| There’s a new wave on the way
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| There’s a new mood on the street
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| And there’s talk of Armageddon
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| Under the breasts on page three
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| And they’re singing shitty songs
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| About staying in bed all day
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| While the terraces say «Go home»
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| Mother, I did what you said
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| Mother, I tried to be plain
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| Mother, I tried to fit in
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| I tried to win at their game, game
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| But father, what can I say?
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| While all I’m given is lame
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| While all I’m given is same, same, same?
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| See, it’s getting kind of gwily up in here
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| For a dark skinned boy that doesn’t play by the rules
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| And it’s getting kind of raw up in here
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| Got me thinking and hoping and dreaming
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| While England burns
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| Let England burn so we can start again, oh
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| They say cancer in their hearts
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| Metastasise on message boards
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| Still they’re ramming up the young
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| And polluting all their forts
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| Burn the churches and the rules
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| Burn the House of Lords too
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| They say «create the cenotaph»
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| Burn the prisons in the schools
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| I don’t believe what they say
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| There can be no other way
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| There can be nothing to gain
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| There can be nothing but hate
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| I’m like, «Okay none of our children are safe
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| None of the darkies can play
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| None of the darkies can stay
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| It was never for us, it was never our home anyway»
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| See, it’s getting kind of jank up in here
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| For our misplaced youth 'dem that like to run their mouth
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| See, it’s getting kind of moist up in here
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| Got me stunting and doping and scheming
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| While England burns
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| Let England burn
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| While London burns
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| As Grenfell burns, can we start again?
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| Bring my bow of burning gold
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| Bring me my chariot of fire
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| The lion killed the unicorn
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| And threw his carcass on the pile |