Merry England

Saw you drinking gin, on the fore deck of the steamer

You had a little sadness in your eyes, was it something meaner

All those roads you travelled down, all those bones don't make a sound

History she binds you like a curse

In your house upon the hill, those skies goes on forever

Your children and your servants dancing slowly from the grave

A moment stuck in time, those boys forever hold that line

Tried so hard there's not much they could save

Take me back, take me back to

The old dole queue and the heart attacks