In England our society,
No longer based on drinking tea
While eating crumpets, scones and cream.
No more floating in a dream
Upon the highs of LSD.
Now more likely Ecstacy
Blind loving from a smiley face,
Young people dance with gurning grace
And outside in the streets the fight
Beneath a vandelised street light.
Our hospitals are filled with drunks
Violence from skin head punks
Is nothing new to Eng-ger-land,
I'd rather run than make a stand
And prove my manhood in a brawl-
What's the point? I'm pretty small...
This England's lost its joy for me,
The people know no harmony
And I am lost at what I see
I'd rather dwell in reverie
But life to all John Lennon fans
Takes place while making other plans.
The world extends beyond out shores
That leads me neatly to the wars.
Across the pond the towers fell,
The bankers dropped from clouds to hell,
These money men had changed the world
Until the weak had themselves hurled
In selfish acts of cruelest rage
To change the writing on the page
Of life upon this precious globe.
And now the might of Sam doth probe
Likeperverted uncle in the night
Pressing at the weak, the ones in plight
With his wicked war machines;
While mister Blair behind the scenes
Plays lapdog to the Yanks Revenge
How far we've come from old Stonehenge. |
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