Don’t be clowned by the clowns of the political circus,
They pledge allegiance with the Ronald Mcdonald of all clowns,
Might sound strange but their affiliates are all made of all shades,
but different in creed,
Its all greed, gluttony, lust, sodomy, sloth,
now you must all get prepared for the wrath,
It not a question I ask, nor is it a task that I wish to delegate,
its simply the direction of fate,
when a Land is founded on love, inspired by faith,
hand crafted, nurtured, and protected by man,
And then invaded, hate instigated, integrated,
by a white devil with fangs,
that wishes to suck your blood and have your body hanging from gallows,
Women having to walk down streets in fear of shadows,
down narrow, avenues in barrows,
When all values and our very vision of God is taken,
our very vision of god is faked,
A new god awakens, but this time the anti-christ,
takes on the shape of clown,
Your economy takes on the shape of a dog almost like a
God but I switched the letters around,
Actually its a poodle, carefully crafted by the clowns hands,
out of balloons,
as the ballooon starts twisting together,
the sounds of plastics twisting and rubbing together,
ready to pop,
It dosen’t matter whether your ready or not,
the fascist is here, but the clown bares make up
smudged with a tear of human resistance to fear,
tears reflecting human kind resistance to hate,
but you can’t resist what is destined to fate,
this type of thing makes the blood boil,
but you convince its fine,
Fascism already arrived, all be it baring disguise, wearing make up,
made up to look like a clown,
the type you’d trust your children around,
the type you invite right into your house,
the type to let him play a trick on your spouse,
and it doesn’t matter that you want him to leave,
he’s wanting to stay, but he’s done a lot of entertaining today,
let switch the roles around, hows that sound?
bitch get on your knees and do some clowning for me!
the house of clowns is Britain,
sitting in parliamentary seats,
dogs barking at each other on the streets,
try escape from the leash,
They made you think you made your last wish,
now its lights out, adulthood is made for the beast,
Health care is privatised dentistry, invading your mouth,
and replacing your teeth,
Education is making a fool out of you but not of me,
Because I understand it to be attempted robbery,
of free thought, creative thinking and the embodiment of honesty,
I don’t care for fake apologies, or empty promises,
or history classes filled with lies of British odysseys and voyages,
I come from a land of celts, invaded by Romans and Jews,
who wanted to make a home for the few,
and for the rest in chains as slaves to garden the view,
Born in Britain but my ancestry remains in the east,
baring the Kirpan, ready to slice the neck of the chief,
Ready to take the life of the clown
because right now its kill or be killed, I ain’t clowning around.
Visuals, Voice and Lyrics: Hukam
Music: Atrium Carceri, The Untold
Dancers and Choreography: Kevin Turner & Anthony Missen