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Bragg Billy Dont Try This At Home The Few At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew fill their pockets up with calling cards and paint their faces red, white and blue Then they go out seeking different coloured faces and anyone else that they can scare And they salute the foes their fathers fought by raising their right arms in the air Oh look out my country's patriots are hunting down below What do they know of England who only England know From the stands of the Empire Stadium come the heralds to the New Dark Age With the simplicities of bigotry And to whom all the world's a stage These little John Bullshits know that the press will glorify their feats So that the general public fear them and the authorities say give 'em all seats And the wasted seed of the bulldog breed is chanting here we go What do they know of England who only England know Our neighbours shake their heads and take their valuables inside While my countrymen piss in the fountains to express our national pride And to prove to the world that England is just as rotten as she looks They repeat the lies that caught their eyes at school in history books But the wars they think they're fighting were all over long ago What do they know of England who only England know And the society that spawned them Just cries out Who's to blame? And then wraps itself in the Union Jack And just carries on the same Oh look out my country's patriots are hunting down below What do they know of England who only England know |
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