The British Disease

With the world on its knees And the British diseased I'll stumble forward I will offer my hand My intensions are grand Bring your firearms on board We will give you more No promise broken Will be forgotten I guarantee Now the cynical few Rise above me and you From street to seashore Do we get what we're due Can I take my cue From those still adored? We will give more No promise broken Will be forgotten No blind devotion No lies forgiven I guarantee