This is the tale of old England
We´ve got rocks and coke We´ve got kids that smoke Pram pushers and devil´s folk In our England What´s the weather Sunshine or rain Smiling faces asking for a change Watch the news Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England
Where every penny´s pinched In old England
What´s the weather Sunshine or rain Smiling faces asking for a change Watch the news Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England
There´s a hand in my pocket There´s a fight for my life He was sitting on the fence When they moved to the right The sham is a shame And there´s always the rain And everybody´s loving it
From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England |
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