This England Lyrics

The UK's been a melting pot since pre-1066

All ethnicities and cultures somewhere in the mix

Regardless of your age, your creed, ability or health

We're all in it together, unless you've got the wealth

From the Channel coast up to Berwick-upon-Tweed

The largest UK nation gives you everything you need

Weather, drama, theatre, the city or the beach

A rail replacement bus puts it well within your reach

This England

It's not too bad

This England

It's pretty sad

This England

Has its spirit drained

And every day it rained

Smoky days in winter then the crispness of the night

Halogen street lamps shed an eerie orange light

Puddles run to rivers flowing down into the sea

Tourists find it fascinating, all that history

Humidity and sunshine and the endless summer eves

Giving way to autumn and the changing of the leaves

The sights and smells and sounds of a living, breathing dream

As special as a mote of dust caught in a moon beam

This England

It's not too bad

This England

It's pretty sad

This England

Has its spirit drained

And every day it rained

This England

This England

This England

And then of course this country isn't quite without its shite

Rising rabble riling up extremists on the right

And indeed if we don't take it that seriously

We could end up losing rights and our democracy

But then again, the struggle is as ancient as the hills

Conservatives have always blamed the left for all our ills

Let's be clear that we're not going down without a fight

It's an eternal struggle, bringing sadness to our plight

This England

It's not too bad

This England

It's pretty sad

This England

Has its spirit drained

And every day it rained

This England

This England

This England