Benefits - Meat Teeth
"Meat Teeth" by Benefits Kingsley Hall, Robbie Major, Hugh Major Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn, Robbie Major in Newcastle, and Hugh Major in Guisborough Mastered by Kingsley Hall Filmed by Steven Bardgett in Billingham and edited by Kingsley Hall Released to stream and download on 28/01/22. www.benefitstheband.com Basic Benefits merchandise available to buy from https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Buy the song at https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Twitter https://twitter.com/Benefitstheband Facebook https://www.facebook.com/benefitstheband/ Instagram https://www.instagram.com/benefitsuk/ Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/5nrO8X72nFeyu3sqYIkskQ Where will you be? Alone on your meat rack? Poundshop Balzac, where will you be? Up against some television piss wall, gimp faced clown in hand me downs. Plastic frowns. Where will you be? Endless fuck all. Lazy fucking free for all.Glued to the phone, in that room full of people but all alone, eyes blue glow, Where will you be? That male prick shit. Letting fucking rip. Tippy tap tip tip, usual shit, tweeting like fucking dick. Where will you be? Sitting in the flames, all drunk on awe, mustard fucks Never out of luck. Keeping calm, carrying on, little sup, fucking up. Where will you be? Hypocrisy lol, corruption lol, fucking lol lol lol LOL. Where will you be? Feet up, ten pound an hour, the power, As your background friends scour, Billy big time stuffed full, Audi on tick with a boot full, Where will you be? Big Christmas gut full. A little bit thick... And theres an angel on your shoulder that thinks you’re a prick. Where will you be? Clutching that flag, dreaming of Empires and crowns, And fighting at the front in provincial fucking towns Where will you be? You’re saluting yourself, hailing the thief, Grinning with your rotten fucking meaty fucking teeth Spiralling down, where will you be? You’re fucking haywaining, clueless, rudderless, overdosed on your own stubbornness, where will you be? Down in the street, drunk in the dirt, Facedown in the shit. Licking the boot, licking the dream, the arse kissing cat who got the dregs of the cream, WHERE WILL YOU BE WHERE WILL YOU BE WHERE WILL YOU BE ...Anarchy’s not what it used to be You see? You see? YOU SEE? WHERE WILL YOU BE? Kitchen towelling the guts of a shitty past. Half arsed. Half hearted. Half cut. We’re all fucked. Where will you be? Suffocating in scandal, endlessly, Are you under the baton or gripping it? Where’s your anger, where’s your rage, where’s your dignity Yet I get it. i’m the one I’m always complaining about. I’m the sheep, half asleep. shouting along with those who agree with me. We need the ears of the fuckers that have blocked you and me Where will you be? It’s all too fucking twee. Where’s the good stuff? He’s just doing his fucking best and you think thats enough Where will you be? Will we learn, will we ever fucking learn? Where will you be when England burns? WHEN ENGLAND BURNS Where will you be? Flames licking St Georges heel Itching the bones, fucking up your smartphones The decking’s up in smoke You’re a lifeless statistic, a reliable vote. You can’t see it. You can’t feel it. You’re done. You’re spent. You’re happy with your burnt out lot. You’re happy with all this trophy shit you’ve got. Are you best left to rot? So fuck the lot. Fuck the lot. FUCK. THE. LOT. Where will you be? WHERE WILL YOU BE? WHEN ENGLAND BURNS.
Benefits - Flag
"Flag" by Benefits Kingsley Hall, Jonny Snowball, Robbie Major, Hugh Major Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn and Robbie Major in Newcastle Mastered by Kingsley Hall Filmed by Mike Carey and edited by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn Released to stream and download on 19/02/21. Basic Benefits merchandise available to buy from https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Buy the song at https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Twitter https://twitter.com/Benefitstheband Facebook https://www.facebook.com/benefitstheband/ Instagram https://www.instagram.com/benefitsuk/ Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/5nrO8X72nFeyu3sqYIkskQ This place stinks of old wars, Subservience, semi-final defeats God and flags Pulling your mask down for a fag, you’re a musty relic, Hiding behind that tatty sheet, shouting, screaming, getting pulled back by your mates. Stamping on cans, raw neck in the sun. Dog water on tap. What even are you? You’ve been had mate. The Italian job is on, sit down, shut up, quote the funnies, laugh at the foreigns, drink yer tea, tell the kids everything is shit these days, wave yer fucking flag, wave yer fucking flag, WAVE YER FUCKING FLAG! Feel powerful, feel proud, Subjects oh subjects, we used to be this, we used to be that, and we want it back, but no one is jealous, no one cares, so wheel it all out, Break that emergency glass, parade forever, make it meaningless, Bow down to that tatty flag. But what does it mean? What does it mean? WAVE YER FUCKING FLAG! You still hate your fucking neighbour, the clothes you wear are foreign anyway, expensive or cheap and your car is German and its nice, good runner, decent milage, reliable… The other town down the road are all inbred you said, they all talk funny don’t they - fucking weirdos - Oh and That London eh, don’t get me started, what a shithole ey ey ey?! You’re fucking broken, your heads gone, Imagine some good old days you think existed, we deserve better than this… Blue blood still runs red. Privilege won’t save you. Eton won’t save you. People who speak Latin WILL NOT save you. That stiff upper lip will crumble, that silver spoon will be sold, you’ll be forgotten. You’re nothing to them, NOTHING! Stop falling for their bullshit, Throw those plastic chairs, puff out your chest, rule Bri-fucking-tannia, rule those foreign fucking waves, you can’t even swim straight - armbands on - yer getting dragged down, yer drowning in it all, DROWING IN IT ALL! That flag won’t protect you forever, it’ll sink, it looks worn, the colours are running, wasn’t even made here It’s all a lie. This isn’t politics, you’re just holding a flag, you’re just a fucking pole. Wave yer fucking flag. Wave your flag. WAVE. YOUR. FLAG.
Benefits - Empire
"Empire" by Benefits Kingsley Hall, Jonny Snowball, Robbie Major, Hugh Major Recorded by Kingsley Hall in Saltburn and Robbie Major in Newcastle Mastered by Kingsley Hall Filmed by Steven Bardgett in South Bank, Middlesbrough and edited by Kingsley Hall Released to stream and download on 27/08/21. Basic Benefits merchandise available to buy from https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Buy the song at https://benefitstheband.bandcamp.com Twitter https://twitter.com/Benefitstheband Facebook https://www.facebook.com/benefitstheband Instagram https://www.instagram.com/benefitsuk/ Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/5nrO8X72nFeyu3sqYIkskQ He sits around all day watching videos of blokes hitting each other on the internet. He likes it. So he presses a button on his phone. It’s a little heart. It’s acknowledgement. It makes him feel good. And that’s fine, so it should. He’s my mate. Thats great. He changes the picture in his profile every now and then. Queens birthday. Come on England. No fuss. No problem. He acknowledges applause for politicians on doorsteps for kicking other people off other peoples doorsteps. And I wince. He applauds. He red raw applauds. He says we are Empire. And God will save us all. In the Empire. Empire. And you’re rubber necking wreckage by the roadside, Beeps and swearing silence the sirens, Get a fucking move on, things to fucking do, Got my work to get to, so fuck you and fuck them too. And you’re working out who done what, Then they scrape em up and the traffic flows, the feeling goes. Weeks later there’s roadside flowers, And your gut takes a hit. Until a fucking little shit cuts you up at the roundabout, makes you late for work by a little bit. And you shout. And you shout. And I shout. I shout. I shout because it’s all I’ve got left. I shout because I’m tired of this shit. This lack of compassion. Governmental hypocrite. Their actions need a reaction and for me this is it. In the Empire. Empire. We live on an island full of poppies and crosses , Union Jack carrots, flagpoles in the sand, rewritten history, industrial wastelands. The pubs back open so no one cares, As the camera pans to billionaires, high fiving in the crowd, loud and proud. The streets are decorated like VE fucking Day, But migrant kids are too scared to go out and play, As I stand back and watch everyone else fight. Just don’t tell me my fucking rights. Just remember my former imperial might. God save the fucking Queen and hold my pint. In the Empire. Empire. But we didn’t level up, we levelled through. Still the rich get richer so you’re fucked again too. And a new hope, a new haircut, a new fuck all, Won’t tear down imagined blue or red walls. Because we are the Empire! Either death throes or a swan song, But where oh where oh where did it go wrong? So blame the young. Blame the old. Blame foreigners, equality, decency, Labour. Blame Tories, Blame monarchy, Blame history, The lot. Just start by saying you’re sorry, For every fucking thing you’ve got. In the Empire. Empire.