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At night the baby brotherhood and the inter city crew |
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Fill their pockets up with calling cards |
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And paint their faces red white and blue |
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Then they go out seeking different coloured faces |
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And anyone else that they can scare |
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And they salute the foes their fathers fought |
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By raising their right hands in the air |
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Oh look how my country's patriots are hunting down below |
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What do they know of england who only england know |
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From the stands of the empire stadium |
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Come the heralds of the new dark age |
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With the simplicities of bigotry |
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And to whom all the world's a stage |
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These little john bullshits know that the press |
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Will glorify their feats |
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So that the general public fear them |
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And the authorities say give 'em all seats |
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And the wasted seed of the bulldog breed |
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Is shouting here we go |
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What do they know of england who only england know |
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Our neighbours shake their heads |
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And take their valuables inside |
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While my countrymen piss in the fountains |
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To express our national pride |
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And to prove to the world that england |
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Is just as rotten as she looks |
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They repeat the lies that caught their eyes |
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At school in history books |
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But the wars they think they're fighting |
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Were all over long ago |
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What do they know of england who only england know |
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And the society that spawned them |
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Just cries out who's to blame? |
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And then wraps itself in the union jack |
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And just carries on the same |
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Oh look out, my country's patriots are hunting down below |
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What do they know of england who only england know |
