Good Morning Britain

Jock's got a vote in parochial
 Ten long years and he's still got her
 Paying tax and and doing stir
 Worry about it later
 And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
 But it blows us good so we've been told
 Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
 Let them all eat culture
 The past is steeped in shame
 But tomorrow's fair game
 For a life that's fit for living
 Good morning Britain
 Twenty years and a loaded gun
 Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
 Paddy's just a figure of fun
 It lightens up the danger
 Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
 And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
 He's killing more than Celtic joy
 Death is not a stranger
 And Taffy's time's gonna come one day
 It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
 A house is not a holiday
 Your sons are leaving home, Neil
 In the hills and the valleys and far away
 You can hear the song of democracy
 The echo of eternity
 With a rak-a-rak-a feel
 The past is steeped in shame
 But tomorrow's fair game
 For a life that's fit for living
 Good morning Britain
 From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
 My English brothers and sisters know
 It's not a case of where you go
 It's race and creed and color
 From the police cell to the deep dark grave
 On the underground's just a stop away
 Don't be too black, don't be too gay
 Just get a little duller
 But in this green and pleasant land
 Where I make my home, I make my stand
 Make it cool just to be a man
 A uniform's a traitor
 Love is international
 And if you stand or if you fall
 Just let them know you gave your all
 Worry about it later
 The past is steeped in shame
 But tomorrow's fair game
 For a life that's fit for living
 Good morning Britain
 The past is steeped in shame
 But tomorrow's fair game
 For a life that's fit for living
 Good morning Britain