| The empire begs down on its knees,
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| Drowning in debt, tax and fees.
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| Where’s all the times with money spent in a clung
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| Love to make the most out of what we’ve got.
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| Feel the culture burn away
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| And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
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| UK blues.
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| Lietts off the water drags and comes,
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| Spending all their money dropping bombs.
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| Two hundred cities burn, pops can learn how to slide.
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| The poppies beg, they’re desperate for their time.
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| Feel the culture burn away
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| And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
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| UK blues, UK blues, UK blues.
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| UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, blues…
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| There’s no hope when the culture’s round my copes,
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| Leave it and you wonder why we drink.
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| Feel the culture burn away
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| And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
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| UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, UK blues.
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| Taxes don’t come so easily,
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| Got no time for your fellow lead,
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| The breath smells great, still hard to breathe. |