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This is England God save the Queen Nah she ain't mates with me But she keeps my paper green Plus we are neighbours see On this little island Where we're all surviving Politeness mixed with violence (This is England) This is England, the bridge we're living in A kicharee simmering Women in hijabs, syringe popstars And the promise of a Patel as a 'Man U' star Where the money you make and the man you are Stand in opposites, so we drink too hard The banks rob you and the news is half The truth wrapped up in boobs and arse Pigs hit kids, so Bricks hit windows and the High Street burns With broken dreams and herb Only thing you can't find in Tesco is That and a sense of worth So hide behind a Benz or furs Go online to find friends or perv But click the wrong site for A free trial later, detention first God save the Queen Nah she ain't mates with me But she keeps my paper green Plus we're neighbours, see On this little island Where we're all surviving Politeness mixed with violence (This is England) God save the Queen Nah she ain't mates with me But she keeps my paper green Plus we're neighbours, see On this little island Where we're all surviving Politeness mixed with violence (This is England) Where you can get famous fast for a day Or you can get bailiffs asking for pay A-List to faceless everybody plays Roll the dice it's always snake eyes mate Racist beef, cakes and tea All go together like a do-re-mi The hills are alive with the sound of music Giro cheques and schools that creak Soon we all gonna be moving east Delhi and Beijing, make some room please And the Empire strikes back But them sides are packed, save your seats Till then we just make the darkest beats Great chapatis and rave on our streets Is Britain great? Well, hey don't ask me But it's where I live and why my heart beats God save the Queen Nah she ain't mates with me But she keeps my paper green Plus we're neighbours, see On this little island Where we're all surviving Politeness mixed with violence (This is England) God save the Queen Nah she ain't mates with me But she keeps my paper green Plus we're neighbours, see On this little island Where we're all surviving Politeness mixed with violence (This is England) So big up the Queen's Christmas speech And all the shit her kids get for free Big up the stiff upper lip Half 'cause we're posh Half off the class a's and bass drops Big up the class born to rule All in the same class since boarding school We only all in it together to watch X Factor And penalty shootouts that we lose Hair of the dog, or beard for your God After mosque or pub, it's curry and kebab And the weather is so crap But still we sunbathe with the rain on tap Try make the best of what's bad That's why we wave the flag Knee deep in the field of mud With 63 million screaming fans All for a green and pleasant land All for a mean and pleasant land All for a mean and pleasant land (This is England) (This is England) (This is England)