Bitterness is the Appropriate Response

Diseases of England
Your tone of voice
Your prescription, your bulleted advice

You could be up there with anyone
Yeah you could be up there at number one
And we will [?]
We'll give you this to chew
We'll put out the news
We give [?]

We'll make you a star
We'll make you a star
We'll make you a star
We'll make you a star

It's the cult[?] of England
The suffocating logic of men like me
Capital is a distraction
From screeds in the hands of aristocracy

Everything that you love's a lie
And everyone that you've heard of is compromised
Let's break into museums
And rip all of history down
Kill the cast of the news
Firebomb London town

There's nothing to lose
And there's no one to save
There's nothing to lose
And there's no one to save

[Outro x2]
No dialogue with suspect people
No explanation for the unashamed
Justifications for the 95th percentile
Not playing a fair game
No dialogue with suspect people
Not even a second glance
No submission for consideration
Bitterness is the appropriate response