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This song is about the fact it's pretty clear now that the people who have been calling you a snowflake for the last decade are more easily offended than anyone.
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Dear Ofcom, I'd like to register my indignation.
That dance on the telly upset me, and I demand a fucking explanation.
Furthermore, I'd like to add, the other things that offended me:
Vegan sausage rolls, men kneeling down, The Great British Bake Off, and Yorkshire Tea.
I'm angry at the telly.
It's all a fucking disgrace.
I've got confused, and cut off my nose to spite my face.
I'm angry at the telly.
A line has been crossed.
I call people snowflakes, but the irony is lost.
Imagine telling people that they need thicker skin,
and then in response to someone kneeling down, you throw your trainers in the bin.
Everyone's offended by something, from what I have seen.
But I'd rather be offended by discrimination than a tub of ice cream.
I'm angry at the telly.
It's all a fucking disgrace.
I've got confused, and cut off my nose to spite my face.
I'm angry at the telly.
A line has been crossed.
I call people snowflakes, but for me, the irony is lost.
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