I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home
This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent Falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free
This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail
Proud British boots go kick Begali In the head Police sit watchin' The newspapers been read Who cares to protest To have the eye like a flare Out came the batons and The British warned themselves
This is England The land of (il)legal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is EnglandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
