| Oh you’d love to be English
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| And all you think it is —
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| The Queen and her Guards taking tea
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| But the hatred and the bigotry won’t go away…
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| No Blacks, no Irish, bring no dogs —
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| The shame of being something other than the same as everyone else…
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| Well, I don’t want to be like you
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| But my skin is so pale, my manner so fine
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| You think that I am just like you…
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| And you’re frightened to travel
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| 'Till you make the world look just the same as home
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| While your kids buy guns and shoot their friends
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| And die alone…
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| No mind, no judgment lets you take the blame
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| «Send those bloody strangers back from where they came»
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| Does that mean me too???
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| Or my Mother in her small red coat
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| Stepping off the boat
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| Doing jobs you’re too damn lazy to…
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| All this greatness gone to waste
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| You hide your eyes and turn your face and
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| Nothing ever changes no
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| Nothing ever changes
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| So keep your bulldogs
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| Keep your flags
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| Cause talk is cheap and
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| Time will drag and
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| Nothing ever changes — no
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| Nothing ever changes…
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| I will always be English
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| And all I hope it is
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| These shores that I will claim as my own
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| This broken down Jerusalem
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| Is still my home… |