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This is England
01:58
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1. Can you hear us shouting out from across the sea?
Do you see the fires burning in another country?
Well we stand tall right through it all –
We’re the Roman Brits, can you hear us call?!
Ch) This is England!
World’s oldest democracy!
A Green & Pleasant Land!
The former land of coal and steel!
This is Eng-er-land!
- The Mother of the Free!
- The Land of Hoping!!
- For me!!
2. The shepherd leading you out of your poverty,
Cause we were there in your hour of need
- We gave you charity,
We tear down the walls when your freedom calls -
We’re the Spirit of Agincourt, “BONJOUR!!”
THIS! IS! ENGLAND!
CODA) This is England!
Our Green & Pleasant Land!
The Former land of coal and steel!
World’s oldest democracy!
Our Green & Pleasant Land!
This is England!
3. So why should we carry the burden of our history?
Freedom of choice & liberty, we set you free.
We’re the light of the world with our flag unfurled
We’re the Men of Harlech, Ain't you heard?!
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Work to Rule
02:35
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1. Sleepwalking to the promised land
Regards to the working man
Flat caps, boots and cobbled streets
Cheers go up to our relief!
Ch) Work to Rule! Don’t be a fool!
Work to Rule! Whatever you do!
Work to Rule!!
2. Beaten up not beaten down
You’ll know when we’re around
It’s our roots, our demand
United we stand, hand-in-hand!
CODA) It’s time for workers ‘cross our land
To overthrow the bosses & take the upper hand,
Burn their riches, ignore their losses –
Seize casino bankers’ profits!!
3. Tailored plans - meet their demands
Know your place or you’ll be damned
Bite the hands that feed division -
Sow dark fears of sedition!
Coda) Now we’re struggling in -
This Recession,
Millionaire crooks,
Are stealing our pensions –
Put your cross on the spot,
And in the ballot box –
Millionaire bankers,
Causing recession –
Work to Rule!
Fight this oppression!
WORK!! TO !! RULE!!
‘Coz it’s a –
Working reality
No more morality –
Shove your banality!
Suffer fools…
If you don’t WORK TO RULE!!
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3. |
The Press Gang
02:50
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1. So they promised help for heroes,
Swore to help all those bereaved,
‘Blagged’ their loved ones’ memories
And ‘phone-tapped their grief!!
2. But they - helped themselves not the heroes,
Bribed the law, screwed the state,
Feathered their nests, covered their arses,
And Rupert paid his mates!!
Ch) Men of Harlech march to Glory,
Tabloid Journos stole their story.
Lady Hackbeth, where’s your glory?
The story’s not for sale!!
3. And they’re - the first Mafia bosses in history,
Not to realise
That they were just running
A criminal enterprise?!
4. It’s the - same old story, rich versus poor,
Robin Hood in reverse,
Merry Gideon & his millionaire mates,
Stole from the public purse.
In the name of humanity
…You gotta go!!
Jamie! Jamie! Jamie Liar!
Poor Little James, he don’t wanna go –
But the Culture Committee said,
“We gotta know!”
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All Out Attack UK
Formed late Summer 2011 from the ashes of two bands. Recorded 1st EP at Broadwater Studios, Sat. 3rd March 2012. Current
line-up formed late Summer this year. NOW... ready to start gigging with full-length set of own material... free showcase gig on 12th December went down a storm... gig promoters take note and message gig offers either to here or to either of our other pages...
CHEEAZ n THNX!!
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