England, Once My England Lyrics
I was born here, but won't die here
That's for sure
I had to leave and get away
I couldn't take no more
Discrimination
Runs through the heart of the nation
Where class and snobbery rules
And the poor are treated like fools
The Police are no where to be seen
Sitting in an office watching computer screens
Citizens are robbed, raped or killed
Chances are slim of getting caught by 'The Old Bill'
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Alcoholism
Runs through the nation like sexism
'Drink to be sociable' they say
But they're so cold anyway
The rich bankers they rule the land
They've got the politicians in the palms of their hands
They'll house you in the ghetto's, you've got no choice
If you ain't got money, you ain't got a chance
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Pedophilia
Rampant in towns, country and suburbia
Abuse in every walk of life
From Lands End to Fife
In corridors of secret handshakes
Learnt at Eton and Harrow and such places
You're accepted-in if you're one of them
If not, then to them you're just phlegm
You're just phlegm
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Paul Robert Thomas
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England, Once My England Lyrics
I was born here, but won't die here
That's for sure
I had to leave and get away
I couldn't take no more
Discrimination
Runs through the heart of the nation
Where class and snobbery rules
And the poor are treated like fools
The Police are no where to be seen
Sitting in an office watching computer screens
Citizens are robbed, raped or killed
Chances are slim of getting caught by 'The Old Bill'
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Alcoholism
Runs through the nation like sexism
'Drink to be sociable' they say
But they're so cold anyway
The rich bankers they rule the land
They've got the politicians in the palms of their hands
They'll house you in the ghetto's, you've got no choice
If you ain't got money, you ain't got a chance
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Pedophilia
Rampant in towns, country and suburbia
Abuse in every walk of life
From Lands End to Fife
In corridors of secret handshakes
Learnt at Eton and Harrow and such places
You're accepted-in if you're one of them
If not, then to them you're just phlegm
You're just phlegm
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Paul Robert Thomas
I was born here, but won't die here
That's for sure
I had to leave and get away
I couldn't take no more
Discrimination
Runs through the heart of the nation
Where class and snobbery rules
And the poor are treated like fools
The Police are no where to be seen
Sitting in an office watching computer screens
Citizens are robbed, raped or killed
Chances are slim of getting caught by 'The Old Bill'
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Alcoholism
Runs through the nation like sexism
'Drink to be sociable' they say
But they're so cold anyway
The rich bankers they rule the land
They've got the politicians in the palms of their hands
They'll house you in the ghetto's, you've got no choice
If you ain't got money, you ain't got a chance
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Pedophilia
Rampant in towns, country and suburbia
Abuse in every walk of life
From Lands End to Fife
In corridors of secret handshakes
Learnt at Eton and Harrow and such places
You're accepted-in if you're one of them
If not, then to them you're just phlegm
You're just phlegm
In that green and once pleasant land
England, once my England
What it's become is hard to understand
So hard to understand
Paul Robert Thomas
Writer: Paul Thomas
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