You gave me my birth

Then you made me pay 

What is it worth 

Cast me away 

You've really done it now 

Dying in my arms 

You stand here with nothing 

But you've still got english charm 



Oh England, you're my home 

My heart's heart 

Crashing thunder of love 

You're a place of the poor 

Open wound 

The lost rites of love 



You cut your own throat 

Then you let it bleed 

Misleading your people 

From what they all need 

Roots forgotten 

That's what we all say 

But what does it matter 

You're the USA 



Why is it England 

I feel like rubbish on your streets 

Why is it when I care 

If feel incomplete 

Why does our future seem 

Such a feat 

When will our consciousness 

Finally meet 



Oh, whatever happened to 

My green and pleasant land