"Four for pound your face flannels; three for a pound your tea towels!
Four for pound your face flannels; three for a pound your tea towels!"'
I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm?
On a catwalk jungle, somebody grabbed my arm
Her voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
Time on his hands, the freezing mohawk strolls
He won't go for the carrot, been beaten by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
His eyes will see how fast you can grow old
This is England
That I'm supposed to die for
This is England
I'm never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent falls on the Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time
A South Atlantic wind blows ice from a dying creed
I see no glory, and when will we be free?
This is England
We can chain you to the rail
This is England
We can kill you in our jails
Hey, British boots go kick Bengali in the head
Police sit watching, the newspaper's been read
All deaf to protest, and after the attacker fled
Out came the batons and the biggest one then said
This is England
Land of illegal dances
This is England
Land of one thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
This is England
This is England