All hope can be fatal
On the coast of the Old World
No sunshine or maypoles
Old glory or payroll
Third class carriage is so cold
Southampton to Bristol
Locked out by the landlords
Soon sleeping on spare floors
So much for dear old England
Sweet old England
Whose paradise is this?
Flag f*cking for a motherland that doesn't exist
Through love and through pain
Put empire to shame
Build a nation in these ruins and in this rain
Whose paradise is this?
Flag f*cking for a motherland that doesn't exist
Through love and through pain
Put empires to shame
Build a nation in these ruins and in this rain