| One such disciple of certain schools of crumbling unfiltered thought
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| Gold medals of success shivering next to those I’ve already caught
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| Deep down in my head, I know that I’m nothing if not a mugshot tiger
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| Throw on my hat, pick up my bell, and become the town crier
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| «Hey, take one sec', prick your ears up quick, the fanfare’s belting silver»
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| Shimmers of flag-like unfurling ties on shining polyester
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| Kids filming, phones, looks like some vigil snaking along the pavement
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| «Look out, America, here I come»
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| The King of England
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| You ain’t seen nothing yet
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| Mr. Brown takes one last drag, flicks the butt out into the night
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| Goes home, gets bored and watches porn
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| Chiding himself, «It's a vice»
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| Wakes to the sound of trumpets belting out and into the street
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| Looks out and cracks a smile and then from the open window retreats
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| As if touched by love or some such secret telling final truth
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| He falls back onto his bed laughing
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| Runs down, pulls on both his shoes
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| «They're throwing pound coins at the crowd
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| Mr. Brown, don’t you want in?
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| They’re burning flags and cars and martyrs for some very good reason»
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| Honing in down the packed and swaying pavements, donning his crown
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| His gait becomes a stride while, in his mind, he’s killed Mr. Brown
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| Looks up, sees a gold empty throne hoisted on shoulders of his subjects
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| Baying, siren-like, who’s the King of England
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| Look who’s laughing now
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| The King of England
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| England, take a bow
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| Britannia ruled and enslaved my ancestors across Caribbean waves
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| And siphoned sugar to the Tate
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| While the Raj decimated my mother’s land
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| Oh, indigo India
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| A tea leaf is a bitter sip, toiled under the slaver’s whip
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| Yet let it purge your delusions of empire to cure this pestilent ignorance
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| Hear me, hear me, a reckoning bell
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| What values are your «union» built on?
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| For you cannot serve both God and Mammon
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| Destruction derby: Aston Martin vs Mercedes Benz
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| Two World Wars, one World Cup
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| Don’t think that we won’t do it again
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| No need to reread reams of terms and conditions, click «agree»
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| This island’s got what the world needs
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| The King of England
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| Look who’s laughing now
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| The King of England
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| England, take a bow |