This realm of England is an empire,
Forged from the hills, out of wire and fire.
From the green valleys of the dales,
To the streets of London sales,
Mines of the scarred veins of coal,
To the poverty stricken Calcutta soul.
I hope you are proud my son,
For this will never be done,
Not for you, not for me,
For this realm of England is a vile autocracy.
Be careful where you tread
Ol’ Britannia may need you dead
In a foreign land full of hell and sand.
You send our sons, our brothers,
You destroy our families, hurt our mothers
And what can you do in return?
Tell us what to do, let their children burn
You may be needed, an apology? Never conceded.
You think that's pride you feel?
You want to ask them for a free meal.
Watch their diamond canes in your back.
QUICKLY! Back to counting our money stack.
You kiss that flag like you are indebted
Don't make this blind pride be regretted.
Our money branded with her image,
Just time to take away her lineage,
Down the classes they should fall,
At last a country for us all,
This system, which we are confined in,
Will the suits deliver us our right to win?
I doubt it my friend, don't forget your hat and cane,
Wouldn't want you to get an ache and pain
Poor old boy, had a life free from love
Just wants to climb the ladder, sneered from below
Feared from above
But off he goes, down the street, up the stairs
To make the buck off the back of the working mares.
Sit down children please do stare,
Time for your fix, to make you true and fair
Don't worry; it will not hurt, twice daily
Sit back and watch, political correctness is never too early
But as I look across this fog soaked moor
I think this beauty could be heavens floor
The fantastic sage, circulates like a nights dream
Its not blood in my veins, its that beautiful stream
It rushes down the mountain
More important than life's fountain
Past the flowers and the frost
Past the factories and childhoods lost
Past the owners house like a beating drum
Through the heart of the workers slum
Jobless they sit on the wall
Watching the scum about to fall.
I see them on the street.
A revolution about to be complete.
Opinions can make you a criminal now,
Opinions once used to make us free,
Separate from the animals.
But cattle we live, and cattle we die.
We all have numbers, numbers are what we are.
Cattle have numbers, similar you can't deny or defy.
Drones march to their Standard tune.
Traitor, Traitor, on the fence
What can you say in your defence?
You've destroyed us all for greed
Our families we can no longer feed
On the pavement outside, the bullet, you fell
The bigger they are, the harder they tumble
You lost your roots, now you're nothing but humble
In death comrade, we are all equal
Idol dreams stopped you, now your just another sequel
But what is done is done,
You could of done it, all for all, my son
I sit and stare, across the station
There marches the army of colonized corporation
Grey and strong, their lives sadly prolong
If I could, Id paint them silly, give them breath
Id give them a life, away from death
Death to the soul is all they bring.
Yellow and red abound, never cut our apron string
I long for freedom, from their food
Only hope is for them to be sued.
Make us fat and wheezy,
Kill the evil clown, McEasy
Brick through a window will never work
A knife in their wallet will make them broke.
Next time you walk thru your town
Watch for the eyes of the crown
They are following your spirit,
To look for their phantom culprit
If you live by the green sword, you die by the pen
The pen of men, who pretend to serve the people, now and again.
You think I'm erratic? You think I'm lying?
Try looking up at those buildings, evil men are spying
Look at what is happening, free speech is eroding
Even the left has closed its doors to discussion
Two roads diverged. No wood. Deforestation.
But what does it matter, blue red or other
We're always going to lose, one way or another.
You want a piece of me sire?
The consequences will be dire
We don't push over at your whim and desire
This generation has got backbone sire.
Out of the schools you wasted
Don't draw out our swords; your blood has been tasted
Our revolution is about to be set in stone
Watch yourself, were looking to dethrone.
Justice! I hear you cry!
What justice have we got, oh wait the knife in the eye!
I forgot about that, they way they protect us!
An elderly person attacked, an hour before they get to the address,
That's a caring police force,
Kill the enemy with no remorse
Down he went on the pavement.
Thought he gave a clearing statement?
But never mind plenty more.
They're always knocking on the door.
You can't think that, says the mind of the population
But what does that matter; they're just another corporation
In the pockets of the rich,
Stories of greatness can begin, dreams do not ditch.
But now my rambling has turned me into a madman
Because of you, I hate myself, I hate your Klan
But love must come in my life. To stop a union with a knife
You turned my country into something grand
But you ruined it, now it's just grey and bland
Nothing to live for, nothing to die for
Just go to a desert and die in a war
They tell us it's much easier like this,
Not to go anywhere, nothing to miss.
This is a declaration, not of war, just disgust.
