Текст песни
This has been fucking amazing, Jesus, surreal
I'm gonna be thinking about this for the foreseeable future
And how good were Keyside and The Guest List, everybody?
Big round of applause, come on
Sadly, we only have one more song for you, um
And before I do that I'd just like to give a massive shoutout
To these people around me
Can we all give a huge round of applause
To Sir. Sam Sumner on the bass guitar
The one and only Ben Etches on thе guitar
Of course, Kate Couriel on thе violins
And last but not least, the one, the only sir Joel Goodwin on the drums
These are the terms and conditions for living in the UK
First, abandon kindness, it's a fool's game
Went to state school in the first place
That'll keep you two steps down in the rat race
You need to learn to hate America, Russia, climate change
China, rich cunts, poor cunts, the weather and the tax rates
Fuckers telling you to isolate
Labour and the Liberals and the Greens and the Tory state
Feminism, snowflakes, the EDL
Hate everyone and everything 'til you can't even stand yourself
Hate the fact you need money, all those who want money
The fucking game and the taste for wealth
And find love in beer and drugs and crime
Glory days before the others all arrived
Seek pride in your nation's contribution in the war
Watch films about soldiers, cry at what they died for
A fuck ton of corruption, the Houses and the courts
The Great British arse that soars
Right before it shits all over its own people in hoards
In education, policy, tooth and claw
And then somewhere between the crackheads and the Lords
The people who believe 'em and the police force
Is a most glorious nation of pride and patience
No, I'm only joking, of course
We don't smile too much around here, love
Wipe it off your face
Our terms and conditions consist of hate, ah
Part two of the UK's terms and conditions
All but the wealthy and the first-class citizens