Our father,
Who art in prison,
Mum don't know his name,
Thy riots come,
Read it in The Sun
In Birmingham, as it is in London.
Give us this day our benefit cheque
And forgive us our looting,
As were 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 & Bacardi
Forever and ever.
Innit.