Britain Lyrics

This a song I wrote for Britain

It's in the name

Bro we always been great

That makes it your fault you don't fit in

You blame the politician for your condition

Bleating it's fate

Put some faith in the mission

Fuck denim we've got navy in our genes

Fuck drowning in feelings, been taming the seas

And foreigners? Yeah we love to free them

Come any day you like

See your shit in our museum

The sun never sets 'cos we still read it

Still believe in eating up the filth

It's designed to feed the greatness in vain

Engineers fixing vessels 'cos we're proud to bleed

Red and white sails

Turn a gallon to a galleon to galleries

Got the food banks counting calories

And trying to find a diamond in the rough for clarity

Wanna see the green wedged up

No driver, no iron getting pulled and stroked for parity

No crumbs like Hansel and Gretel

For the bread we flower when it's grim

Bro try and batter me

Sugar coating been traditional

Until it's dissolved in the rain

How to solve a tragedy

Got the north always asking me

Any chance of trickle down pounds like the south will see

Nah, this economy's a joke

Couldn't do another rainy day in Stoke

Isn't funny need a thatcher for glass ceilings and crack dealings

We're past feelings, we need school

London needs another road shine

I mean it's funny needing Thatcher for a glass ceiling

We couldn't see it from the bottom of the coal mine

More canary than the wharf

You've been taught not to really give a fuck about the north

We've been told that the south gone soft

It's the game of the Tories and everybody lost

Fuck Brexit, we don't need it, we didn't plan it

We're all feeling it's mismanaged

If us leaving has done damage

For no reason, it's just malice

I'll get over but I won't understand it

Trying to be America lite

Some racists unite in a dark state of fairness and waiving rights

And red flags fed rags, give us stress back

The best stack soup or packs, the fat cats gonna test that, rest that

The best part of the UK the films and the music

From Brixton to Burnley and Bristol to Brum

Birkenhead to Burley, Bedford, Bath and beyond

Don't tell me we ain't got a plan B

Like who needs actions when you got words

Turning tough love to language

Seen us against the world

Might spot pilgrims on the shores of the dead

Like D-Day landings

Even had less trust with longevity when it's prime ministers versus cabbages

Call it Plants vs Zombies

The whole economy will screw and sue for damages

And press X for respects to Rishi and the plans he'll soon act out, I hate it

For my G's in the bits, they don't see you as Brits

And never came with greatness