There Won't Always Be an England
from The Land by The Wind-up Birds
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lyrics
I have, it seems, committed a crime
I didn’t cry tears for this country of mine
Some rich blokes in a sporting arena
Got beat by some other blokes, hungrier and leaner
Then a bloke on a bar stool, his life in tatters
Squeals into his pint as if it all matters
He’s torn off his top so his arms are on view
And his tattoo says “English, through and through”
All I said was “I’m not that bothered”
He leaps from his stool, his mates all hovered
He gives me a potted history then
I show some sense and I fail to correct him
He mentions some wars and some of his heroes
I nod along, they mean nothing to me though
He makes factual errors based on our borders
And he finger draws a map as they call in last orders
Then he turns his attention to racial matters
To my shame I say nowt cos I think that he’ll twat us
And I head for the door with his voice in my ears
An unbearable echo of his unfounded fears
In my head a better man than me, by far
Turns on his heels and he steams back to the bar
Grabs the man from his bar stool by his hair
Pulls him away from his mates with reasonable care
And he finds a quiet corner by the glass bottle bins
Where he quietly proceeds to explain a few things
Such as the borders of England adapting through time
And the invading forces that diluted his bloodline
The noblemen’s deals to pay of their debts
That led into decisions affecting us yet
And the rich men laughing at his patriotism
That keeps him hemmed in as sure as a prison
Then look into the future, his dreams are a mess
Its like any invention overtaken by progress
A relic from the past hidden from view
His England evolved into something brand new
I didn’t cry tears for this country of mine
Some rich blokes in a sporting arena
Got beat by some other blokes, hungrier and leaner
Then a bloke on a bar stool, his life in tatters
Squeals into his pint as if it all matters
He’s torn off his top so his arms are on view
And his tattoo says “English, through and through”
All I said was “I’m not that bothered”
He leaps from his stool, his mates all hovered
He gives me a potted history then
I show some sense and I fail to correct him
He mentions some wars and some of his heroes
I nod along, they mean nothing to me though
He makes factual errors based on our borders
And he finger draws a map as they call in last orders
Then he turns his attention to racial matters
To my shame I say nowt cos I think that he’ll twat us
And I head for the door with his voice in my ears
An unbearable echo of his unfounded fears
In my head a better man than me, by far
Turns on his heels and he steams back to the bar
Grabs the man from his bar stool by his hair
Pulls him away from his mates with reasonable care
And he finds a quiet corner by the glass bottle bins
Where he quietly proceeds to explain a few things
Such as the borders of England adapting through time
And the invading forces that diluted his bloodline
The noblemen’s deals to pay of their debts
That led into decisions affecting us yet
And the rich men laughing at his patriotism
That keeps him hemmed in as sure as a prison
Then look into the future, his dreams are a mess
Its like any invention overtaken by progress
A relic from the past hidden from view
His England evolved into something brand new
credits
from The Land,
released May 14, 2012
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