A nation raised on fried food
To believe the myth we are good
For the Lion Rampant, we would soar
But when the chips were down
We did not roar
The people to the media glued
Their world view is very skewed
Things aren’t like they were before
Now when the chips go down
We try to score
The Braveheart spirit
We were told
Was proud and strong
The lie was sold
When tyranny knocked
We locked our door
Stayed inside
Began to snore
I tried to shout
This is a war
But I was shot down
Just like a wild bore
When you gonna wake up?
Take your head out from your arse
The world stage is nothing more
Than a total fucking farce
They are all playing
The parts they’re told to play
Now they are stating
That they will have their way
The country is now well screwed
Unless we sort out internal feud
When you work just like a filthy whore
When shit goes tits up
You’ll be washed ashore
When you gonna wake up?
Take your head from out your arse
The world stage is nothing more
Than a total fucking farce
They are all playing
The parts they’re told to play
Now they are stating
That they will have their way
Are you gonna
Do what’s right?
Cheers!
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