Dear England

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSjAI3KMS2I

Whoa, give me the words, give me the words

That tell me nothing

Dear England,

Whoa, give me the words, give me the words

That tell me nothing

They say God save the queen,

Britannia rules the waves,

Britannia’s in my genes

But Britannia called us slaves

Britannia made the borders

Cause Britannia’s forces came

Britannia lit the match

But Britannia fears the flame

Where blood stains the pavement

Tears stain a cheek

And privilege is threatened, the fear reigns supreme

Where bankers are earning, from burning and looting

The nervous are shooting, search for solutions

I shed a tear for the father in Birmingham

Quick swerve of the car and it murdered them

In Tottenham the apartments were burning

And nobody came just arson is circling

All wanna be down

Till TV’s get robbed like jewels on the queens crown

They say now no cause for a rebound

See now they call me a fool cause I speak out

People are humans but mind is animals

This violent tyrannical system is fallable

Hand in the loot by the minute you see ’em

But the biggest looters are the British museum

This happened here and you think it’s a accident

Just relax as we slip into fascism

And the fear gets drilled into your hearts

But remember these children are all ours

Whoa, give me the words, give me the words

That tell me nothing

Dear England,

Whoa, give me the words, give me the words

That tell me nothing

If a policeman can kill a black man where he found him

A soldier can kill an Afghan in the mountains

A petty thief can get ransacked from his housing

While the bankers are lounging

That’s my surroundings

Took land, no one in your family has heard of

Before you sleep, whisper the mantra you learnt cause

Never will there be a day that cameras are turned off

Who runs this country, Cameron or Murdoch

Who’s the government, a government that can’t govern

Can’t you figure it’s ways bigger than Mark Duggan

Bigger than Smiley, bigger than Jean Charles

Hundreds are dead not one killer is on trial

Just a familiar sound of hysteria

Bombs over Libya but not this area

Downing Street I can find villains

Cut education, privatize prisons

Surprised by theft when it’s organized,

But mass immorality is normalized

Assumptions surrounding the looting of London

But this is a system consumed by consumption

Yea it happened here and you think it’s a accident

Just relax as we slip into fascism

And the fear gets drilled into your hearts

But remember these children are all ours

Whoa, give me the words, give me the words

That tell me nothing.