They lie about our past
when they call it shameful
the negative they grasp
to make it all seem painful
We gave the world the justice system
invented laws free of religion
stood up to oppressive leaders
freed the slaves and stopped the traders
We invented human rights
the rule of law and fought the fights
the modern world and all its sights
now they try to darken lights
When we had an Empire
we abolished slavery
gave the freedoms you desire
Some thought this could never be
the right to vote for leaders
Governance politically
modern day believers
ignorant to legacy
Our Empire was built on trade
protected by the military
Gave more than the others gave
positives of history
What we gave we do not owe
no other empire did give
when time came to let it go
that’s exactly what we did
There is a pride to being British
a mighty pride they’ll never know
some just want to see us finished
self hatred, a modern show!
As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
Look at your children.
Look at their dreams.
Look at their lives.
Look at your country.
Look at your people.
Look at your leaders.
Look at your children.
Look past your own mind.
Look at their future…
Corruption and lies.
The British can not sip their tea
Where tea cups are no longer free
So Bojo proposes
Before a shop closes
Try bra cups temporarily
Darkness clings now to war's bloody field today
Leaving haunting moans crackling from shattered bone
A stench still hangs from the human decay
And cries are heard rumbling, in a field of stone
A Legion fought with an oath they swore
The Gauls with angry painted faces, all the same
As they stepped on the dead of those they deplore
No questions asked, no feeling of shame
Moon light filters through trees burnt apart
Showing bodies down trodden from battle of the day
A clear sky lets rays light the road, the eyes can chart
That winds to an encampment, filled with dismay
These angered men, collaspe to their knees
Sandled feet blood red, as they quickly fled
Some talk loud, as they recall the pleas,
of the captured while losing their head
This Legion,these men who the Gauls now scorn
Have caused a silence, with all its fears
With moments cursing of Romans being born
These Gauls listen in darkness with collective ears
Gauls fought the Legion wild, without harms care
No structure or form, with no formation
With painted blue faces and matted hair
Rome had brought this Legion upon this nation
Punk Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
England never never never will be slaves
To the master of the medioicre and mundane
Who rehashes the same ideas again and again...
Oh, wait.
I think it's too late.
The carcass of an exciting, original culture
Is pulled apart by the Syco vulture,
Eager for a further empire expansion,
Perhaps a new wing for the country mansion...
Who cares what it sounds like? As long as they buy it;
It's catchy, infectious and they can't deny it.
Innovation is over-rated anyway -
It doesn't get you Radio One airplay.
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