England Lyrics

England by Jehst

• We gotta stack chips, and that's the way it is, yo
• Living in the city is turning Billy schizo-Phrenic,
• it's a blood-money epidemic, Kids rock Akademiks but they're not academic
• Better stop for a second, take a look around you,
• Demons surround you, evil is all powerful.
• Love is up against the ropes, it's God's downfall.
• Lucifer reigns - the future remains doubtful.
• The gloves are off - bare knuckle for the last round,
• Listen to the war drum, hear how my heart sounds.
• My fists pound the asphalt, as the living dead inhale the crack smoke.
• Squeeze blood out a stone just to make cash flow - streets retarded,
• The daily news is too much for the weak hearted.
• Deeply depressed artistic arsonist, sparkin spliffs,
• Addicts jack the pharmacist's.
• The devil lives in the Houses of Parliament,
• Devil worship or rebel disarmament,
• Is the main agenda for the parliamentary member.
• Send in the Toxic Avenger!
• Mutant anti-hero, stack de-niro,
• Move with a band of bandoleros at sub-zero
• Temperature - New clothes for the Emperoror,
• Watch how you walk, these kids will put an end to ya.
• The cross-country adventurer,
• Ventin' the pent up aggression, when I enter the session.
• Adolescents hold weapons, and shut down your pantomime,
• Draw heat - 9 milli degrees Fahrenheit.
• England!
• Where the smackheads jackin up,
• Crackheads crackin up,
• You're back up or backin up?
• You'll leave with your hands cuffed,
• Po-po bustin blocks, Old folk punchin clocks,
• Yo it don't fuckin stop.
• Police stoppin me with the P.O.T.
• Race hate is growin so their votin for the BNP.
• Brits in Guantanamo, dreamin of bein free,
• Fuck this country, it ain't doin shit for me!
• Look at the history books, peep the bloodshed,
• Karma is coming, you'll see the streets run red.
• RedRum! That's the way that the money's made,
• The Church of England invested in the slave-trade.
• Trace it back to the bank where you put your wage,
• Built on the blood of slaves and stolen sugar cane.
• England!
• And there'll be toil for the royal blood,
• Spillin on the soil, where they're drillin for the oil.
• Got us killin for the buck - but we don't give a fuck.
• Nobody wanna work, we just wanna live it up.
• Bring a cup, fill it up,
• With the blood sweat and tears too.
• I got no love for these ideals you adhere to.
• Dear England, please confess your sins now,
• I see police tape, when I'm takin my bins out.
• A dead baby got dropped down the rubbish chute,
• Please don't bum me out, cause I just bunned a zuut.
• Don't look at me funny blood, it's the fuckin truth!
• You don't believe me, I guess it's too much for you.
• A girl got abducted, and chopped up in Catford.
• Racists with ice-picks? That shit is backward.
• The news is confusin - it's all manufactured,
• Pop-propoganda - political actors.
• Political factions and critical factors,
• Get kidnapped and sympathise with your captors.
• Trapped in the capital, death before dishonour,
• Troops terrorised by suicide bombers.
• And I wanna vomit, cause they're blowin up buses.
• It's rough in the streets, kids growing up cussin.
• Get crushed in the rush hour.
• Police have got too much power, now they move like a menace.
• Ask Jean Charles De Menezes, in the heavens.
• They put seven in his head and sent him back to the essence.
• They got us living in fear,
• You get treated like a criminal if you're Muslim with a beard.
• 24 hour drinkin, I'm sippin a beer,
• But some don't know their limits, it's a little severe.
• The liquor is here, the drugs are here,
• The football thugs are here, you could get mugged in here.
• So plug your ear if you don't wanna hear the screams,
• From the dungeon to the Huddersfield of dreams.
• I feel the heat of Big Brother's eyes on my back,
• He's watchin how I move and the way that I act.
• He's watching what I read and the products that I buy.
• My bank balance? That's the price of the property-rise.
• My political allegiance? I'm angry!
• I didn't register my Oyster Card - you can't track me.
• ID's compulsory - they got a back door,
• You're forced to apply when you renew your passport.
• It's hardcore, but that's life in England,
• And it goes for the whole United Kingdom.
• And I still got love for the place where I'm livin,
• But right now they're ain't nothin great about Britain.

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