No More Games

No More Games!
London Bridge ain’t falling down,
But Britain’s burning
Where’s the crown?
It’s being worn by her majesty
While her towns and cities
Are torn by tragedy.
It started here
And now it’s there.
In two days time
It’s everywhere
Spreading like a social plague
Now it’s dawn raids
As all hope fades.
Be concerned, ’cos it’s concerning
This melting pot of ours is churning.
Our country’s going up in flames.
Britain is burning
NO MORE GAMES.

Schools expel us rather quick
Made redundant, forced to quit
Drugs console us, need a fix,
Then Cameron wonders why we’re sick.
Give us something. Give us hope.
But please don’t give us a knot and rope.
Because social suicide is on the brink
This ship is sailing and sure to sink.
If we don’t stop and we don’t think
Then we will rot and corpses stink.
So be concerned, ’cos it’s concerning
This melting pot of ours is churning.
Our country’s going up in flames.
Britain is burning
NO MORE GAMES!

Social Outrage paves the way,
But which of us will save the day?
As darkness falls, the young’uns play
And generations fade away.
But some of us make our voices heard
And penetrate with truest words.
’Cos we ain’t going down without a fight,
And the moral battle starts tonight.

So grab your brooms
Let’s clean this room
And rid our streets
Of last week’s doom.
But be concerned, ’cos it’s concerning
This melting pot of ours is churning.
Our country’s going up in flames.
Britain is burning
NO MORE GAMES.

Slim
Wormwood Scrubs