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Tears in my throat.
Fear in my eyes.
We drive, we drive.

V1:
Rule brittania?
The bitch's scammed ya
No smiling union jacks
My friends i want my money back.

But what about the system?
I think no-one would miss them
Brain-dead corpses in the house of lords
We could all learn a thing or two from guy fawkes

Chr:
Cos this is not the united kingdom
No this is not the united kingdom
This is not the united kingdom
This is not the uk.

V2:
Rule brittania?
What's she ever done for me?
Stuck a nail in the coffin of my national pride
And made the tourists hate me

This green and emerald isle?
800 miles of bile
High rise, car parks, ash tray dirt?
We could still learn a thing or two from guy fawkes

Chr:

Breakdown:
Rule brittania
'cos england never never will be saved (ha ha)

V3:
Rule brittania?
Our first national scam.
Watches starving children on her tv screen
While she's shacked up with her uncle sam.

Stimulation, walk tall, retention, arrogance, your ways, diseased.
Plastic and skin adopted, a lowered compulsion abstract.
Stop and start bright image, you adopt your animal desire.
Your burnt out head is narrow, eyes accept the bond.
Unclean, obscene, burnt out.
Paper and flesh concented, the following is blind.
Malignant scent of picture, refuse form turn page.
Reason obscene indulgence, exert force on stained.

Watching the hit, i feel calm.
Crying and blood, try smell harm.
Back i go this mode of mind, you see me nice you see me kind.
My eyes strain, ablatant stain, this bloody picture, failing to scare.
Can't touch it, it goes through me.
Can't feel the hit, all i do is see.
The two sides of me, this square of glass,
Watch from a distance, and let it all pass.

v1:
Everything's fucked again - well those are harsh words my friend.
Just tell me "some things never change" - just tell me we're o2000'.
Everything's fucked again - but go back sleep my good friends.
"you don't think they'd ever let us down?" - "you don't think that we'd.
Remember?"

Everything's fucked again - but don't let it get ya my friends.
Just tell me it's the first time - no tamagochi headline.
Everything's fucked again? - but then what the hell would i know?
It's just omillennial dementia' - just my stupid magazines'.

Chr:
We got nothing to see - we got nothing to do.
We got nothing to take - we got nothing to lose.
And there's nothing we like - and there's nothing we need.
You got nothing to say - cause i'm telling you: everything's fucked!

V2:
Everything's fucked again - well these are dark days my friend.
Just tell me all those pretty lies - protect me from the downsized.
Everything's fucked again - but we'll play out happy to the end.
We'll all be paid in kind - no contributions this time.

Chr:
We got nothing to see - we got nothing to do.
We got nothing to take - we got nothing to lose.
And there's nothing we like - and there's nothing we need.
You got nothing to say - cause i'm telling you: everything's fucked!

M8:
But don't let it get you down,
Ocos we'll put it back the next time.
Just don't let it get you down.

Everything's fucked again - well those are harsh words my friend.
Just tell me "some things never change" - just tell me we're 2000'.

Chr:
(we got nothing to see) - we got nothing to do
(we got nothing to take) - we got nothing to lose
(and there's nothing we like) - and there's nothing we need
You got nothing to say - ocause i'm telling you: everything's fucked! [x2]