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The leaking of the BNP membership list on the internet recently was a bit of a wake up call for me.
 
The first I knew about it was a report on Radio 4 news - an interview conducted in a pub in Brinsley - a stones throw from where I live.

This area has always seemed to have some sort of strong connection with right wing politics.
 
The Red Lion pub in Heanor used to be a sort of shrine for National Front members because the lead singer of the band Skrewdriver used to live there.
 
I can remember driving into Jacksdale a few years back and seeing a an NF type rally breaking up - bullet headed characters saying log emotional farewells to each other.
 
I thought back to how the NF had stood outside the school gates of various schools I had taufght at in my time as a teacher.
 
The BBC reporter seemed to think he had landed in Royston Vaysey.  he certainly didn't challenge any of the absurd views being put forward.
 
This song is an attempt to raise my voice against the forces that my Dad had to spend his young life in a tank fighting against.   People think the freedoms that we enjoy in our country are just the happenstance of good luck.  They are not, they must be defended by every generation.

Every Englishman’s Friend

Oh the rich man stood on his castle wall

And said that the poor deserve bugger all

So no one turned the wheels or oiled  the locks

And all our economy went to cock

 

And soon the Blame Game Boys are out there , and at it again

First they tell you they’re every Englishman’s friend

 

Its all these blacks and all these Asians

 

Ruining the fabric of our nation

 

An theres  blokes on the street sayin’  stuff like this

With a  mind like a jackboot and mind like a fist!

 

And the schools couldn’t teach the kids

And no one could reach

So much wrong-headed,  right wing crap  had been preached

 

And the Blame Game Boys are out there at the school gate

Stopping all the white kids and calling ‘em mate

You don’t read too good, don’t worry man

I’ve read the book of hate and I’ve got a plan

Its all these blacks and all these Asians

All the fault of this immigration

And soon the kids are startin life

With a swastika tattoo and a  flick knife


 

 

So this is a song

To say your parents are wrong

If they vote BNP, they’ve been fooled and conned

You wanna go to the place Hitler took the krauts?

Just think twice before you bring that about

Pride in Fatherland

See the foreigner bow

It was bollocks then and its bollocks now!

 

And soon the Blame Game Boys are out there , and at it again

First they tell you they’re every Englishman’s friend

 

Its all these blacks and all these Asians

 

Ruining the fabric of our nation

 

An theres bloke on the street  sayin’  stuff like this

With a  mouth like a jackboot, and a mind like a fist

 

 

© Alan Whittle  25/11/2008 07:48:08