From
the stands of the Empire Stadium
Come
the heralds to the New Dark Age
With
the simplicities of bigotry
And
to whom all the world's a stage
These
little John Bullshits know that the press
Will
glorify their feats
So that
the general public fear them
And
the authorities say give 'em all seats
And
the wasted seed of the bulldog breed
Is chanting
here we go
What
do they know of England who only England know
Our neighbours
shake their heads
And
take their valuables inside
While
my countrymen piss in the fountains
To express
our national pride
And
to prove to the world that England
Is just
as rotten as she looks
They
repeat the lies that caught their eyes
At school
in history books
But
the wars they think they're fighting
Were
all over long ago
What
do they know of England who only England know
And the
society that spawned them
Just
cries out Who's to blame?
And
then wraps itself in the Union Jack
And
just carries on the same
Oh look
out, my country's patriots are hunting down below
What
do they know of England who only England know
Marco Giunco |
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