Blood on My Hands Lyrics

	“You’re listening to the sound of
	The King Blues
	The conscious rude boy ska from
	London town
	So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around.
	Hey.” The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests,
	For years you've been telling me
	I’m trouble making scum, now
	I can be the best.
	Well, if you love
	England with all your heart, she'll take you to the grave.
	If I can truly be the best then
	I'll never be your slave.
	But I won't give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won’t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won't give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won’t have blood on my hands
	For the state of the economy.
	Everyday the same, all of them-ah newspapers they read,
	I see them pushing racism and difference of creed.
	They try to claim that they are fightin’ for
	God. Re-write all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood.
	But I won't give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won’t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won't give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won’t have blood on my hands

	" You' re listening to the sound of
	The King Blues
	The conscious rude boy ska from
	London town
	So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around.
	Hey." The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests,
	For years you' ve been telling me
	I' m trouble making scum, now
	I can be the best.
	Well, if you love
	England with all your heart, she' ll take you to the grave.
	If I can truly be the best then
	I' ll never be your slave.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the state of the economy.
	Everyday the same, all of themah newspapers they read,
	I see them pushing racism and difference of creed.
	They try to claim that they are fightin' for
	God. Rewrite all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands

	" You' re listening to the sound of
	The King Blues
	The conscious rude boy ska from
	London town
	So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around.
	Hey." The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests,
	For years you' ve been telling me
	I' m trouble making scum, now
	I can be the best.
	Well, if you love
	England with all your heart, she' ll take you to the grave.
	If I can truly be the best then
	I' ll never be your slave.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the state of the economy.
	Everyday the same, all of themah newspapers they read,
	I see them pushing racism and difference of creed.
	They try to claim that they are fightin' for
	God. Rewrite all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands
	For the sake of the economy.
	But I won' t give my life away
	To a government that oppressed me.
	No, I won' t have blood on my hands

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