Rule Britannia is fading fast

The last bastion of pompous class

We wear the armband

of the new land

But hold our history in our heart

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Troop out your colours

Nail ‘em to the mast

Pour a shot,

A sailor’s tot

And drink it very fast

Skull it for the old queen

Piss out for the free

Tell the boys,

Their background noise

Is of the old country

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Get on off your dirty knees

It’s time to take the city keys

Now the runners

Are the gunners

We got only us to please

–

Troop out your colours

Nail ‘em to the mast

Pour a shot,

A sailor’s tot

And drink it very fast

Skull it for the old queen

Piss out for the free

Tell the boys,

Their background noise

Is of the old country

–

A march of mortal sinners

Said the tabloid of the spinners

Our lightning strike

Got wages hike

Fuck you corporate greed

–

Troop out all your colours

Nail ‘em to the mast

Pour a shot, a sailor’s tot

And drink it very fast

Skull it for the old queen

Piss out for the free

Tell the boys,

your background noise

Is of the old country

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Copyright : Rod de Lisle

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