On a dark failed Brexit
Kipper wind in my hair
Warm smell of intolerance, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the right
There Nigel stood in the doorway
I saw the right wing hell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Fascism or this could be hell "
Then he lit up an illusion and he showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Brexit Kipperfornia
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Brexit Kipperfornia
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
His mind is Rees Mogg-twisted, he`s got the Alt Right bends
Hes` got a lot of pretty, EDL boys he just calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, vile fascist sweat
Some leave to remember, some leave to forget
So I called up the Maybot "Please bring me my wine."
She said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen thirty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Brexit Kipperfornia
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Their living it up at the Brexit Kipperfornia
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Fascists on the ceiling
The bluekipper champagne on ice
And Maybot said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the Downing Syreet chambers
They gathered for the deal
They stab it with their Brexit knives
But they just can't kill the real.
Last thing I remember
Hammond was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the country I knew before
Relax," said the many
"We are programmed to believe
You can Brexit -out any time you like
But you can never leave!”
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