Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song British Bombs, artist -Date of issue: 20.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
British Bombs |
| Great snakes, are we moving already? |
| Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you? |
| Well, talking 'bout the bad starts |
| My baby brother has already got a gas mask |
| 'Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide |
| Killing with your hands tied |
| In the homemade rope, set sail |
| Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s good what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| Why does it seem |
| A fever dream for all? |
| The call you made to me |
| You said I fear |
| One day each year, I worry |
| We shall remember the dead |
| And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry |
| But then carry on |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| How could it be the money? |
| It’s the vote that matters to me |
| You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed |
| Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say? |
| Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday |
| This is what you signed up for, no questions |
| Reckon we could offer peacetime from weapons conventions |
| Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no game, can’t you hear |
| All our worries for fear, carry on |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| It’s a good old-fashioned landslide |
| Killing with your hands tied |
| In the homemade rope, set sail |
| Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now |
| And it’s a total fucking whitewash |
| The people that we might squash |
| And move from home soil, set sail |
| For wherever the fuck got oil this time |
| And if it’s not a fucking war crime |
| It’s a total waste of your time |
| And getting so much worse |
| Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now |
| And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about, babe? |
| Now, it’s one on one |
| Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |
| Great way to fool me again, hun |
| Great acting, it’s great what you tell 'em |
| Great Britain won’t stand for felons |
| Great British bombs in the Yemen |