Rupert Lowe for PM

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

They stamp "far-right" on us soon as we speak
If we question the numbers or the pace every week
Say we're full of hate, tryna bury the view
But it's basic concern—yeah, it's nothing brand new
Civilisations clash on the coast by the shore
White cliffs watching waves bring a change to the core
We say "slow it down," they just scream and attack
Throw "racist" and "Nazi" just to silence us back
Every nation on Earth gets to honour their name
Fly their flag with pride, no one calls it a shame
But raise up the Union Jack, suddenly it's wrong
Like you don't belong if you sing your own song
They celebrate culture from afar and abroad
But ignore what we built, what we've carried and stored
Say "diversity's strength," yeah I hear it rehearsed
But say "home comes first," now you're cursed as the worst

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

Oppression Olympics, gold medal for the victim card
Black, ethnic, or homo — stack the points, play it hard
They demand we bow down to their ever-changing script
Made-up genders, pronouns, or you're a bigot, get whipped
No kid should be told they were born in the wrong skin
Pumped full of blockers, sliced up, locked in a lifetime of sin
Most are just gay, or scarred from abuse in the home
Body dysmorphia, trends on a phone
Chemical castration dressed up as compassion and care
While the adults cheer "brave!" from their Instagram chair
Leave the children alone, let them grow, let them be
Reality isn't hate, it's biology, see?

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

They shout "anti-fascist" while they're shutting you down
Tryna censor your speech, tryna run every town
What to think, what to say, what is right, what is wrong
If you step outta line, you don't last very long
It's control in disguise with a moralised tone
But it feels like a cage when you're left on your own
I ain't right, I ain't left, I just stand for the free
For the local communities shaping what they wanna be
Less top-down rule from a suit in a chair
More power to the people actually living there
But that only holds firm when the roots run deep
Shared trust, shared ground, promises we keep
It's a bond, it's a thread that's been woven through time
Pull it too far apart and it starts to unwind

You can't cook a recipe throwing everything in the pot
Stir it up chaotic, hope the flavour hits the spot
Need balance and harmony, ingredients that blend right
A little spice for flavour keeps the dish tasting bright
But you don't empty the whole damn rack in one go
It overpowers, it ruins, kills the natural flow
Too much of anything and the meal's a disaster
Same with a nation — control the flow, or lose it faster

We're losing what we built, can't you understand?
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, take control of this land again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

Rupert for PM… yeah, you're hearing the call
From the streets to the towns, let it echo through all

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

They stamp "far-right" on us soon as we speak
If we question the numbers or the pace every week
Say we're full of hate, tryna bury the view
But it's basic concern—yeah, it's nothing brand new
Civilisations clash on the coast by the shore
White cliffs watching waves bring a change to the core
We say "slow it down," they just scream and attack
Throw "racist" and "Nazi" just to silence us back
Every nation on Earth gets to honour their name
Fly their flag with pride, no one calls it a shame
But raise up the Union Jack, suddenly it's wrong
Like you don't belong if you sing your own song
They celebrate culture from afar and abroad
But ignore what we built, what we've carried and stored
Say "diversity's strength," yeah I hear it rehearsed
But say "home comes first," now you're cursed as the worst

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

Oppression Olympics, gold medal for the victim card
Black, ethnic, or homo — stack the points, play it hard
They demand we bow down to their ever-changing script
Made-up genders, pronouns, or you're a bigot, get whipped
No kid should be told they were born in the wrong skin
Pumped full of blockers, sliced up, locked in a lifetime of sin
Most are just gay, or scarred from abuse in the home
Body dysmorphia, trends on a phone
Chemical castration dressed up as compassion and care
While the adults cheer "brave!" from their Instagram chair
Leave the children alone, let them grow, let them be
Reality isn't hate, it's biology, see?

These people aren't English, they're squatters on our land
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, let's take back our island again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

They shout "anti-fascist" while they're shutting you down
Tryna censor your speech, tryna run every town
What to think, what to say, what is right, what is wrong
If you step outta line, you don't last very long
It's control in disguise with a moralised tone
But it feels like a cage when you're left on your own
I ain't right, I ain't left, I just stand for the free
For the local communities shaping what they wanna be
Less top-down rule from a suit in a chair
More power to the people actually living there
But that only holds firm when the roots run deep
Shared trust, shared ground, promises we keep
It's a bond, it's a thread that's been woven through time
Pull it too far apart and it starts to unwind

You can't cook a recipe throwing everything in the pot
Stir it up chaotic, hope the flavour hits the spot
Need balance and harmony, ingredients that blend right
A little spice for flavour keeps the dish tasting bright
But you don't empty the whole damn rack in one go
It overpowers, it ruins, kills the natural flow
Too much of anything and the meal's a disaster
Same with a nation — control the flow, or lose it faster

We're losing what we built, can't you understand?
We've let in way too many and it's getting out of hand
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Rupert Lowe for PM, take control of this land again
Rupert for PM! Rupert for PM
Common sense rising, yeah the tide's turning, amen

Rupert for PM… yeah, you're hearing the call
From the streets to the towns, let it echo through all