Our father, who art in prison,
My mum knows not his name,
Thy Riots come,
Read it in The Sun
In Birmingham, as it is in London,
Give us this day
Our Welfare bread
And forgive us our looting,
As we’re happy to loot those
Who defend stuff against us,
Lead us not into employment
But deliver us free housing
For thine is the plasma TV
The Burberry & Barcardi,
Forever and ever
Innit
enjoyed that one :lol:
Funny cos it’s so true
Nice one!