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This is England
 God save the Queen
 Nah she ain't mates with me
 But she keeps my paper green
 Plus we are neighbours see
 On this little island
 Where we're all surviving
 Politeness mixed with violence
 (This is England)
 This is England, the bridge we're living in
 A kicharee simmering
 Women in hijabs, syringe popstars
 And the promise of a Patel as a 'Man U' star
 Where the money you make and the man you are
 Stand in opposites, so we drink too hard
 The banks rob you and the news is half
 The truth wrapped up in boobs and arse
 Pigs hit kids, so
 Bricks hit windows and the High Street burns
 With broken dreams and herb
 Only thing you can't find in Tesco is
 That and a sense of worth
 So hide behind a Benz or furs
 Go online to find friends or perv
 But click the wrong site for
 A free trial later, detention first
 God save the Queen
 Nah she ain't mates with me
 But she keeps my paper green
 Plus we're neighbours, see
 On this little island
 Where we're all surviving
 Politeness mixed with violence
 (This is England)
 God save the Queen
 Nah she ain't mates with me
 But she keeps my paper green
 Plus we're neighbours, see
 On this little island
 Where we're all surviving
 Politeness mixed with violence
 (This is England)
 Where you can get famous fast for a day
 Or you can get bailiffs asking for pay
 A-List to faceless everybody plays
 Roll the dice it's always snake eyes mate
 Racist beef, cakes and tea
 All go together like a do-re-mi
 The hills are alive with the sound of music
 Giro cheques and schools that creak
 Soon we all gonna be moving east
 Delhi and Beijing, make some room please
 And the Empire strikes back
 But them sides are packed, save your seats
 Till then we just make the darkest beats
 Great chapatis and rave on our streets
 Is Britain great? Well, hey don't ask me
 But it's where I live and why my heart beats
 God save the Queen
 Nah she ain't mates with me
 But she keeps my paper green
 Plus we're neighbours, see
 On this little island
 Where we're all surviving
 Politeness mixed with violence
 (This is England)
 God save the Queen
 Nah she ain't mates with me
 But she keeps my paper green
 Plus we're neighbours, see
 On this little island
 Where we're all surviving
 Politeness mixed with violence
 (This is England)
 So big up the Queen's Christmas speech
 And all the shit her kids get for free
 Big up the stiff upper lip
 Half 'cause we're posh
 Half off the class a's and bass drops
 Big up the class born to rule
 All in the same class since boarding school
 We only all in it together to watch X Factor
 And penalty shootouts that we lose
 Hair of the dog, or beard for your God
 After mosque or pub, it's curry and kebab
 And the weather is so crap
 But still we sunbathe with the rain on tap
 Try make the best of what's bad
 That's why we wave the flag
 Knee deep in the field of mud
 With 63 million screaming fans
 All for a green and pleasant land
 All for a mean and pleasant land
 All for a mean and pleasant land
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 (This is England)
 (This is England)
 (This is England)