Am I an agitator for not thinking it's cool
That some were born to sufer while some were born to rule?
Well does that make me a traitor? Before you toss that word around
Pleae understand
That I love this land of mine
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song
God save the hungry and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls who's lives were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and those with disabilities
And all the other targets of this heartless ideology
There's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night, I think they're doing alright
And Britain could be greater if it had fairness at its heart
Yeah this nation all together is more than the sum of its parts
But they'll call you a traitor for even daring to believe
A sleight of hand
From those who bleed this land dry
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sleeps sound at night
Cos he's got all the lyrics right so
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect is that come from a vote
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
To see our millionnaire politicians say we're all in the same boat
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So raise your voices, sing along yeah
God save the hungry and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls who's lives were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and those with disabilities
And all the other targets of this heartless ideology
There's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night, I think they're doing alright
And my gratitude to all the brave
Soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eton Mess that Dave
Made of the sacrifice they gave
To tear apart the Welfare State
And all that ever made Britain great
While those who sleep in palaces tonight
They're still doing alright
Yea, they're still doing alright
That some were born to sufer while some were born to rule?
Well does that make me a traitor? Before you toss that word around
Pleae understand
That I love this land of mine
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song
God save the hungry and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls who's lives were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and those with disabilities
And all the other targets of this heartless ideology
There's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night, I think they're doing alright
And Britain could be greater if it had fairness at its heart
Yeah this nation all together is more than the sum of its parts
But they'll call you a traitor for even daring to believe
A sleight of hand
From those who bleed this land dry
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sleeps sound at night
Cos he's got all the lyrics right so
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect is that come from a vote
So give me a song that won't stick in my throat
To see our millionnaire politicians say we're all in the same boat
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So raise your voices, sing along yeah
God save the hungry and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls who's lives were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and those with disabilities
And all the other targets of this heartless ideology
There's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night, I think they're doing alright
And my gratitude to all the brave
Soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eton Mess that Dave
Made of the sacrifice they gave
To tear apart the Welfare State
And all that ever made Britain great
While those who sleep in palaces tonight
They're still doing alright
Yea, they're still doing alright
Contributed by Dq82 - 2017/8/29 - 10:12
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