Fake Hippy Queen

She’s your typical shit-screaming,
Left-leaning,
Spewing machine.
She’s brain-dead and plot-scheming,
Utopia-dreaming,
Fake Hippy Queen.
She’s a multi-coloured do-right,
Gobshite,
She knows it all.
She’s thick as pig shit, dense git
Fuckwit
Not quite on the ball.
She thinks she’s modern and ‘right-on’
There ain’t no fucking light on,
No.
She’s just a stranger, name-changer,
The girl's a fucking danger,
Go!
She’s a motor-mouthed brain-dead,
‘My-flag’s-red’
Tub-thumping whore.
Whatever you do, fuck you,
That ain’t new,
She’s seen it before.
Hey bitch, you ain’t cool,
Or Old Skool, you don’t rule,
You’re nothing to me.
Discard your dope hat you dumb twat,
You ain’t all that,
Can’t wait to be free!
She thinks she’s modern and ‘right-on’
There ain’t no fucking light on,
No.
She’s just a stranger, name-changer,
The girl's a fucking danger,
Go!
Look in the mirror, who do you think you are?
Is that a compassionate person looking back?
Or the self-righteous dumb bitch you are?
She thinks she’s modern and ‘right-on’
There ain’t no fucking light on,
No.
She’s just a stranger, name-changer,
The girl's a fucking danger,
Go!