Letra de England

[Intro]
England
England
[Verse]
We gotta stack chips and that's the way it is, yo
Livin' in the city is turnin' Billy schizo-
Phrenic, it's a blood money epidemic
Kids rock Akademiks but they're not academic
Better stop for a second, take a look around you
Demons surround you, evil is all powerful
Love is up against the ropes, it's God's downfall
Lucifer reigns, the future remains doubtful
The gloves are off, bare knuckles for the last round
Listen to the war drum, hear how my heart sound
Fists pound the asphalt, as the livin' dead
Inhale the crack smoke,
squeeze blood out a
Stone just to make cash flow
, streets retarded
The daily news is too much for the weak-hearted
Deeply depressed artistic arsonist
Sparkin' spliffs
, addicts jack the pharmacist
The devil lives in the Houses of Parliament
Devil worship

or rebel disarmament
Is the main agenda for the parliament'ry member
Send in the
Toxic Avenger
Mutant anti-hero, stack dinero
Move with a band of bandolero at sub-zero
Temperature,
new clothes for the Emperor
Watch how you walk, these kids'll put an end to ya
The cross-country adventurer, ventin'
The pent-up aggression when I enter the session
Adolescents hold weapons, and shut down your pantomime
Draw heat, 9 milli' degrees Fahrenheit
(
England
) England, where the smackheads jackin' up
Crackheads crackin' up, your back-up are backin' up
Leave with your hands cuffed, po-po bustin' blocks
Old folk punchin' clocks, yo, it don't fuckin' stop
Police stoppin' me with the P.O.T
Race hate growin' so they're votin' for BNP
Brits in Guantanamo, dreamin' of bein' free
Fuck this country, it ain't doin' shit for me
Look at the history books, peep the bloodshed
Karma is coming, you'll see the streets run red
RedRum, that's the way that the money's made
The Church of England invest in the slave trade
Trace it back to the bank where you put your wage
Built on the blood of slaves and stolen sugar cane
(
England
)
And now we toil for the royal blood
Spillin' on the soil where they're drillin' for the oil
Got us killin' for the buck, but we don't give a fuck
Nobody wanna work, we just wanna live it up
Bring a cup, fill it up with the blood, sweat and tears, too
I got no love for ideals you adhere to
Dear England, please confess your sins now
I see police tape when I'm takin' my bins out
A dead baby got dropped down my rubbish chute
Please don't bum me out, 'cause
I just bunned a zoot
Don't look at me funny blood, it's fuckin' true
You don't believe me, I guess it's too much for you
A girl got abducted and chopped up in Catford
Racists with ice picks? That shit is backward
The news is confusin', it's all manufactured
Pop propaganda, political actors
Political factions and critical factors
Get kidnapped and sympathise with your captors
Trapped in the capital
, death before dishonour
Troops terrorised by suicide bombers
And I wanna vomit, 'cause they're blowin' up buses
It's rough in the streets, kids growin’ up cussin’
Get crushed in the rush hour, police have got
Too much power, now they move like a menace
Ask Jean Charles De Menezes, in the heavens
They put seven in his head and sent him back to the essence
Got us livin’ in fear, you get treated like a
Criminal if you're Muslim with a beard
Twenty-four hour drinkin’, I'm sippin’ a beer
But some don't know their limits, it's a little severe
The liquor is here, the drugs are here
The football thugs are here, you could get mugged in here
So plug your ear if you don't wanna hear the screams
From the dungeon to
the Huddersfield of dreams
I feel the heat of Big Brother's eyes on my back
He's watchin’ how I move and the way that I act
He's watchin’ what I read and the products that I buy
My bank balance? That's the price of the property rise
My political allegiance? I'm angry
I didn't register my Oyster card, you can't track me
ID's compulsory, they got a back door
You're forced to apply when you renew your passport
It's hardcore, but that's life in England
And it goes for the whole United Kingdom
And I still got love for the place where I'm livin’
But right now there ain't nuttin’ great about Britain