This Is England - It Bites

Watch strap tight, he reels from indifference

Out of sight, emotional severance he pays to you

It’s a walk in the park, it’s a steal

So we all fall down at your heels

Watch strap tight, he’s dreaming of reverence

Splintered light to feel insignificance

I’ve got plenty of time for you

I’m so ready to fly with nowhere to fly to

Pick yourself up just today

Can we get it together not throw it away

At the end of the day, you’re going home

You find you’re empty but it’s way too late

An open letter was a quiet refrain

And when you hit the gas hard but the stop sign numbs

Can you hold yourself back when the red mist comes?

Yeah, when the red mist comes

Is it worth the mention this is not her fault?

But you never worked it, so plain to see

As the kids run screaming when the hand comes down

Is it your ideal democracy?

As the red mist comes

(As a point returns, we’ll find you now)

As the red mist comes

(Always be one step behind you now)

As the red mist comes

When there’s nothing left, what will remain?

Can you learn to find yourself again?

Through the wire comes the call

There’s a family snapshot now discarded

You’re going to join the ranks of the disenchanted

Good for you, it’s coming true

Through the wire, through it all

There’s a time to leave the past behind you

Come and join the throng of the disenfranchised

Good for you, so coming true

This is England, and you love me

I am England, yeah you love me

So much to learn, and so little time

There will always seem a thousand ways to be

(Through the wire, when you fall)

There’s a picture that you’ve gone and broken

Try to tell them that in polite and pleasant company

It’s not for free

This is England, and you love me

I am England, yeah you love me

For the attention for Mr Fibes

We have always had utmost faith in your abilities as an employee

It has however come to our attention in recent months

That you have been caught interfering, interfering in the worst possible way

You have clearly gone fishing, gone fishing

There once was a vicar who walked in this garden

No flowers would bend for him

He praised all the people who carried his crosses

And never confessed to his sin

There once was a mother who died in a hospital ward

In all dignity

She never expected from those who surrounded her

Giving all that she could give

Mother, look what you’ve done now

You’ve unravelled the masses

And shattered the sacred cow

Of all of the laws we should follow remorse

Some should be broken

And others we choose to ignore

La la la, la la la

Mother, could I be wrong now

It’s a million to one

But I’ve always been sure somehow

These righteous remarks throwing stones in the dark

After all of these years, I’m still thinking of you

La la la, la la la

At the end of the day, at the end of the day

I’m going home

I’m going home