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Poor little England Used to have a United Kingdom Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children Who's got the patience for real conversations? Far too busy having an opinion Poor little England I've had enough of this separation All trapped inside our own bubbles of misinformation No time for discourse, no time for conversation Just pick one line then repeat that many times on rotation, no Hesitation no, contemplation no Consideration for the wider implications at all Same old elements of conquer and divide When all the while the enemy's inside Poor little England Used to have a United Kingdom Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children Who's got the patience for real conversations? Far too busy having an opinion Poor little England Well you say what you see And you see what they say And now you wanna tell me that you know what you know, yeah When you read your paper by the end of the day You're claiming those opinions as your own Well nobody's gonna tell you what you can and you cannot say But beware of repeating the words that they're feeding you Every single day Poor little England Used to have a United Kingdom Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children Who's got the patience for real conversations? Far too busy having an opinion Poor little England I like spending time just Hanging out in random places And scanning all the faces of the people As they pass me by Yeah, and as I sit there and ponder I sometimes just wonder what's been going on for them In their lives Like this guy that I see He's no older than me but his face is as old as time So I sit down there and greet him I say mate what you seeking in life? He says I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid You wanna know now? I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid Ooh whoa ooh whoah I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid You wanna know now? I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid yeah Poor little England Used to have a United Kingdom Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children Who's got the patience for real conversations? Far too busy having an opinion Poor little England
Writer(s): Billy Rowan Salisbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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