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DIRTY OLD ENGLAND

They say silence is golden, but it’s not what we need,

To fight Empire racists, in their Barbour and tweed.

Hysteria rising, with the lies they weave,

And the idiots follow, as the money all leaves.

 

So take me down, through the fire and the flames,

Take me down, to a time when I knew no shame.

 

For dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

My dirty old England.

 

The wretched are marching, to the beat of your drum,

The chinless wonders, and the bovver boot scum.

They hang in the shadows, with their rent a mob,

And they all want blue passports, more than food or a job.

 

So take me down, through the fire and the flames,

Take me down, to a time when I knew no shame.

 

For dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

My dirty old England.

 

The George Cross is flying,

Like a storm cloud over you,

But across this green and pleasant land,

It’s our flag too.

 

So take me down, through the fire and the flames,

Take me down, to a time when I knew no shame.

 

For dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

Dirty old England,

My dirty old England.

 

 

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