If you’re looking for trouble
Here’s how to start
Blow up the theatres
Tear down the art
Burn down the libraries
And concert halls
Cut your jazz and ballet
And then cut off your balls
And be a serial killer of culture
A serial killer of the soul
If you’re looking for trouble
Take the artists you’ve got
Stack their works all around them
And torch the lot
The human soul is hungry
And so’s the human heart
The food and drink makes them feel and think
It comes from works of art
And the human soul without art
Is locked in a dungeon cell
If you take your knife and cut the arts
You can cut your throat as well
‘Cause you’re serial killer of culture
A serial killer of the soul
If you’re looking for trouble
Cut your grants to the poor
Seek out the old and sick
Cut them some more
Suffer little children
To go to school in hell
Then watch them burn your cities
And your country estates as well
‘Cause you’re a serial killer of Britain
A serial killer of its soul.
by Adrian Mitchell.
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