Britannia’s Rising
You hate my country but I can’t hate you
they’ll call me racist cus that’s what they do
you fly your flag what a horrible sight
and when you protest probably fight
I post a status caged in overnight
us Brits are welcoming far too polite
as you’re an illegal you have your rights
5 star hotels and a taxi if you’d like
but who are you kidding
you think England’s done
are you Napoleon conquering all
antisemitic starting world wars
cause they wrote us off once
Britannia roared
send an Armada you’ll sink to the floor
fly your Luftwaffe until you’re no more
cause they say we’ve fallen
they’ve said it before!
We haven’t started
are you feeling sure?
DNA of a Viking, a Roman, a Celt,
Britannia’s stirring…… The Finest yet dealt!
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