THE RIOTERS PRAYER
Our father, who art in prison, my mum knows not his name, thy Riots come, read it in the sun, in Birmingham , as it is in London, give us this day our Welfare bread & forgive us our looting, as we're happy to loot those who defend stuff against us, lead us not into employment but deliver us free housing, for thine is the teles, the Burberry & the Barcardi, forever and ever
I've stolen a Samsung High Def TV
David Cameron is after me
God says I have sinned
Now I'm due in the local Bin
Next time I'll take the Nikes
I'll be off as quick as a Pikey.