Gasping for the Heir Lyrics

Well isn't he so good

With the little ones

Portrait of a priest

And the past can't be undone

Well the embers fall down, down down

Your headline, surely spinning

Well all the tabloid chatter can't save you

Well, Britannia's for the sinking

He's on his knees

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

Well take this hand and cut it dry

For I cannot find the blocks where you reside

The guillotine must surely collapse

And your head will roll till the day is out

Well don't you feel proud

To wear George and his cross

But your chaperone is hanging, oh hanging

Yeah! I'm barely hanging on

He's on his knees

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

Gasping for the heir

The roots are rotten to the core

I think the tree is bound to fall

Burn the bits and the bastard dust

Let's rock this country down to rust

In god we trust