To Brexit, And All Who Sail In Her
Slip inside what’s left of your mind
Don’t you know you might find
A part that wants to stay
You say that you’ve never been
But all the blogs that you’ve seen
Will make you walk away
So you’ll start a revolution from your bed
‘Cause the EU migrants do your job instead
Step outside, summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the ballot place
Take that look from off your face
You ain’t ever gonna turn my heart Out
And so Boris can wait, he knows it’s too late as he’s talking on Sky
His hole lies away, “But don’t look back in anger,” I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows why they ought to stay
Please don’t put your life in the hands
Of Farage’s band
Who’ll throw you all away
Gonna start a revolution from my bed
‘Cause I think Remain’s the way to go instead
Step outside ’cause summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the ballot place, take that look from off your face
‘Cause you ain’t ever gonna turn my heart Out
And so Boris can wait
He’ll lose the debate as he’s hawking his lie
As Gove slides away
“We won’t look back in anger,” You’ll hear me say
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