Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Englistan, artist - Riz MC. Date of issue: 25.05.2016
Song language: English
Englistan |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| This is England |
| The bridge we living in |
| A kicharee simmering |
| Women in hijaabs, syringe popstars |
| And the promise of a Patel as a 'Man U' star |
| Where the money you make and the man you are |
| Standing opposites so we drink too hard |
| The banks rob you and the news is half |
| The truth wrapped up in boobs and arse |
| Pigs hit kids so |
| Bricks hit windows and the High Street burns |
| With broken dreams and herb |
| Only thing you can’t find in Tesco is that and a sense of worth |
| So hide behind a Benz or furs |
| Go online to find friends or perv |
| But click the wrong site for a free trial later detention first |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| Where you can get famous fast for a day |
| Or you can get bailiffs asking for pay |
| A list to faceless everybody plays |
| Roll the dice it’s always snake eyes mate |
| Racist beef, cakes and tea |
| All go together like a doh-rey-mee |
| The hills are alive with the sound of music |
| Giro cheques and schools that creek |
| Soon we all gonna be moving east |
| Delhi and Beijing, make some room please |
| And of the Empire strikes back |
| But them sides are packed, save your seats |
| Till then we just make the darkest beats |
| Great chapatis and rave on our streets |
| Is Britain great? |
| Well hey don’t ask me |
| But it’s where I live and why my heart beats |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| So big up the Queens Christmas speech |
| And all the shit her kids get for free |
| Big up the stiff upper lip half cos were posh |
| Half off the class a’s and bass drops |
| Big up the class born to rule |
| All in the same class since boarding school |
| We only all in it together to watch X factor and penalty shootouts that we lose |
| Hair of the dog, or beard for your God |
| After mosque or pub it’s curry and kebabs |
| And the weather is so crap |
| But still we sunbathe with the rain on tap |
| Try make the best of what’s bad |
| That’s why we wave the flag |
| Knee deep in the field of mud with 63 million screaming fans |
| All for a green, pleasant land |
| All for a mean and pleasant land |
| All for a mean and pleasant land |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |
| God save the queen |
| Nah she ain’t mates with me |
| But she keeps my paper green |
| Plus we are neighbours see |
| On this little island |
| Where we’re all surviving |
| Politeness mixed with violence |
| This is England |