poor britannia Lyrics

A place held together by rumour

So lacking in reason or charm

And if he speaks up

With hard truths about England

He's an ungrateful, hypocrite child

We didn't grow up in the sixties

You never did know the World Wars

But don't let that stop your superior fate

You know better

You're tired of it all

And I know that you're bitter

I know that you're sad

Within your heart I hope there's empathy

And it's just your brain that is bad

Poor, poor Britannia

Poor, poor Britannia

We may not be slaves

But these green and pleasant lands

Currently house and sustain a decay

Home of a humdrum insanity

Glistening white cliffs of meaning

There's nothing beyond the idea of a nation

And the one pain is sated by hate

Poor, poor Britannia

Poor, poor Britannia

I don't think you know what you're doing any more

Move to Spain