Skoldag

Success, to me, is Englishness

To live forever and to bang the drums

To have tea with a taste of the Thames

To lie in the gutter while looking at the stars

To jam with Moz, John and the spiders from Mars

 

Rule Britannia. Albion

It is you that my dreams lie upon

From the pound of Brixton guns

To where the streets of Leister runs

This is England, this is real, and this is how I?ll always feel

 

MC-jacket, jeans and shaved-off hair

This is what I want to wear

This is Strummers uniform

This I what I call my norm

 

So, England, subject in this brass-knuckled love affair

For you my love I forever swear


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