Song | This Is England |
Artist | It Bites |
Album | The Tall Ships |
Watch strap tight, he reels from indifference | |
Out of sight, emotional severance he pays to you | |
It’s a walk in the park, it’s a steal | |
So we all fall down at your heels | |
Watch strap tight, he’s dreaming of reverence | |
Splintered light to feel insignificance | |
I’ve got plenty of time for you | |
I’m so ready to fly with nowhere to fly to | |
Pick yourself up just today | |
Can we get it together not throw it away | |
At the end of the day, you’re going home | |
You find you’re empty but it’s way too late | |
An open letter was a quiet refrain | |
And when you hit the gas hard but the stop sign numbs | |
Can you hold yourself back when the red mist comes? | |
Yeah, when the red mist comes | |
Is it worth the mention this is not her fault? | |
But you never worked it, so plain to see | |
As the kids run screaming when the hand comes down | |
Is it your ideal democracy? | |
As the red mist comes | |
(As a point returns, we’ll find you now) | |
As the red mist comes | |
(Always be one step behind you now) | |
As the red mist comes | |
When there’s nothing left, what will remain? | |
Can you learn to find yourself again? | |
Through the wire comes the call | |
There’s a family snapshot now discarded | |
You’re going to join the ranks of the disenchanted | |
Good for you, it’s coming true | |
Through the wire, through it all | |
There’s a time to leave the past behind you | |
Come and join the throng of the disenfranchised | |
Good for you, so coming true | |
This is England, and you love me | |
I am England, yeah you love me | |
So much to learn, and so little time | |
There will always seem a thousand ways to be | |
(Through the wire, when you fall) | |
There’s a picture that you’ve gone and broken | |
Try to tell them that in polite and pleasant company | |
It’s not for free | |
This is England, and you love me | |
I am England, yeah you love me | |
For the attention for Mr Fibes | |
We have always had utmost faith in your abilities as an employee | |
It has however come to our attention in recent months | |
That you have been caught interfering, interfering in the worst possible way | |
You have clearly gone fishing, gone fishing | |
There once was a vicar who walked in this garden | |
No flowers would bend for him | |
He praised all the people who carried his crosses | |
And never confessed to his sin | |
There once was a mother who died in a hospital ward | |
In all dignity | |
She never expected from those who surrounded her | |
Giving all that she could give | |
Mother, look what you’ve done now | |
You’ve unravelled the masses | |
And shattered the sacred cow | |
Of all of the laws we should follow remorse | |
Some should be broken | |
And others we choose to ignore | |
La la la, la la la | |
Mother, could I be wrong now | |
It’s a million to one | |
But I’ve always been sure somehow | |
These righteous remarks throwing stones in the dark | |
After all of these years, I’m still thinking of you | |
La la la, la la la | |
At the end of the day, at the end of the day | |
I’m going home | |
I’m going home |
Watch strap tight, he reels from indifference | |
Out of sight, emotional severance he pays to you | |
It' s a walk in the park, it' s a steal | |
So we all fall down at your heels | |
Watch strap tight, he' s dreaming of reverence | |
Splintered light to feel insignificance | |
I' ve got plenty of time for you | |
I' m so ready to fly with nowhere to fly to | |
Pick yourself up just today | |
Can we get it together not throw it away | |
At the end of the day, you' re going home | |
You find you' re empty but it' s way too late | |
An open letter was a quiet refrain | |
And when you hit the gas hard but the stop sign numbs | |
Can you hold yourself back when the red mist comes? | |
Yeah, when the red mist comes | |
Is it worth the mention this is not her fault? | |
But you never worked it, so plain to see | |
As the kids run screaming when the hand comes down | |
Is it your ideal democracy? | |
As the red mist comes | |
As a point returns, we' ll find you now | |
As the red mist comes | |
Always be one step behind you now | |
As the red mist comes | |
When there' s nothing left, what will remain? | |
Can you learn to find yourself again? | |
Through the wire comes the call | |
There' s a family snapshot now discarded | |
You' re going to join the ranks of the disenchanted | |
Good for you, it' s coming true | |
Through the wire, through it all | |
There' s a time to leave the past behind you | |
Come and join the throng of the disenfranchised | |
Good for you, so coming true | |
This is England, and you love me | |
I am England, yeah you love me | |
So much to learn, and so little time | |
There will always seem a thousand ways to be | |
Through the wire, when you fall | |
There' s a picture that you' ve gone and broken | |
Try to tell them that in polite and pleasant company | |
It' s not for free | |
This is England, and you love me | |
I am England, yeah you love me | |
For the attention for Mr Fibes | |
We have always had utmost faith in your abilities as an employee | |
It has however come to our attention in recent months | |
That you have been caught interfering, interfering in the worst possible way | |
You have clearly gone fishing, gone fishing | |
There once was a vicar who walked in this garden | |
No flowers would bend for him | |
He praised all the people who carried his crosses | |
And never confessed to his sin | |
There once was a mother who died in a hospital ward | |
In all dignity | |
She never expected from those who surrounded her | |
Giving all that she could give | |
Mother, look what you' ve done now | |
You' ve unravelled the masses | |
And shattered the sacred cow | |
Of all of the laws we should follow remorse | |
Some should be broken | |
And others we choose to ignore | |
La la la, la la la | |
Mother, could I be wrong now | |
It' s a million to one | |
But I' ve always been sure somehow | |
These righteous remarks throwing stones in the dark | |
After all of these years, I' m still thinking of you | |
La la la, la la la | |
At the end of the day, at the end of the day | |
I' m going home | |
I' m going home |