It's at night when they come,
When I'm alone, and not with anyone,
Through the shouts and music,
of the crowd down the road boozing,
Near the free car park,
The bins and the alleyway, of the Chinese restaurant,
Number 3 for 2, and number 4 for 1
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
I think about the heat,
As it lowers it's self on me,
Past the closing hour,
When the light in my phone starts to lose power,
Through the karaoke it screams it's name,
You can't blame the betrayed,
In the snakes and ladders,
We are the Baldricks son, and Blackadders
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
(Ooh) Laying on a boat well what do you do,
(But ooh) Laying on a boat mate look at you,
(Ooh) Laying on a boat well what do you do,
(But ooh) Laying on a boat mate look at you (Look at you!)
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
When I'm alone, and not with anyone,
Through the shouts and music,
of the crowd down the road boozing,
Near the free car park,
The bins and the alleyway, of the Chinese restaurant,
Number 3 for 2, and number 4 for 1
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
I think about the heat,
As it lowers it's self on me,
Past the closing hour,
When the light in my phone starts to lose power,
Through the karaoke it screams it's name,
You can't blame the betrayed,
In the snakes and ladders,
We are the Baldricks son, and Blackadders
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
(Ooh) Laying on a boat well what do you do,
(But ooh) Laying on a boat mate look at you,
(Ooh) Laying on a boat well what do you do,
(But ooh) Laying on a boat mate look at you (Look at you!)
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
I lay and hope for the knuckle dragging exodus,
We're going down like BHS,
While the abled bodied vultures monitor and pick at us,
We're going down and it's no stress,
We're going down like BHS
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2018/5/31 - 09:46
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Scritta da Andrew Fearn e Jason Williamson
Nell’album intitolato “English Tapas”
Testo trovato su Genius
Era tempo che cercavo il modo di infilare nelle CCG/AWS un brano di questo “inqualificabile” duo elektro-minimalist-rap-punk di Nottingham, ma finora i miei tentativi si erano infranti un po’ sullo slang un po’ su testi certo duri, acidi, descrittivi dello squallore della società inglese vista dal basso, ma non certo canzoni contro la guerra…
Questa “B.H.S.” sta invece a pennello nel percorso della “Guerra del lavoro” perché racconta di quanto nell’estate del 2016 venne dichiarata fallita la grande catena commerciale British Home Stores, di proprietà fino al 2015 del magnate Philip Green. Costui, un imprenditore miliardario in quota al partito conservatore, comprò l’azienda – fondata negli anni 20 del secolo scorso - nel 2000 per 200 milioni di sterline e la rivendette a 1 sterlina nel 2015, dopo averla affondata in un debito di oltre 1 miliardo di sterline, di cui oltre la metà costituito da fondi pensione. Così l’anno seguente la BHS chiuse i battenti lasciando a casa 11.000 lavoratori e rubando i risparmi ad altre decine di migliaia.
Affondando l’azienda, Philip Green invece s’intascò oltre mezzo miliardo di sterline e mentre l’ultimo negozio BHS chiudeva lui invece navigava nei mari caldi col suo nuovo super-yacht… A proposito di questo brano, il cantante dei Sleaford Mods, Jason Williamson, ne sintetizza così il contenuto: “Buy a company, run it down, take the money, fuck the workers, it’s legal.”