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
–
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
–
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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