Well I thought it was..... 
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 rent
And 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 Reebok,
The Burberry & the Barcardi
Forever and ever
...innit.
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