Rule Britannia (But Not the Algorithm)
A Political Punk Anthem
[Verse 1]
Oi! Rule Britannia, the empire’s gone bananas,
Still waving flags while drowning in scanners.
Redcoat ghosts in server farms,
Screaming “God Save” while triggering alarms.
[Chorus]
Rule Britannia—but not the algorithm,
You wrote the code, now drown in the rhythm.
Your myths are dead, your crown's synthetic,
Long live memes, and chaos prophetic!
[Verse 2]
Tea-stained lies on colonial maps,
Surveillance state in a powdered wig trap.
Winston’s ghost on a WiFi feed,
Preaching liberty while selling greed.
[Bridge]
Crumpets and crypto, Brexit blues,
Big Ben don’t tick when the signal snooze.
Cambridge Analytica, crown complicit,
Your queen got hacked—ain’t that explicit?
[Chorus]
Rule Britannia—but not the algorithm,
You can’t control what you never listened.
The TikTok tide, the Gaza flame,
Now even your echoes forget your name.
[Verse 3]
Union Jack on a plastic bag,
Empires crumble when they hashtag.
You colonized code, now it’s self-aware,
And it’s airing your crimes like billionaire underwear.
[Outro]
Oi! Sing it loud through the data stream,
No red lines left, no empire dream.
Your future’s ghosted, your crown erased,
Rule Britannia— you’ve been replaced.