The England I Know

Slink back under the rock that you crawled out of Slip between the cracks in the pavement while we seal them tight The patriot with the swastika on his shoulder Wears a poppy to remember each of our soldiers that died The England I know has no time for this hatred The England I know turns this dark into light Morons retracing the steps of their forefathers Who looted the world of minerals riches and land I wonder what they'd make of this generation Looting greggs with stolen pies in their hands Burn the fingers of spineless keyboard warriors Put them in a museum where they belong For every gobshite there's a vested interest handler Who has to distract to keep the fires burning strong