Englistan - Riz MC

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

This is England

The bridge we living in

A kicharee simmering

Women in hijaabs, syringe popstars

And the promise of a Patel as a 'Man U' star

Where the money you make and the man you are

Standing opposites so we drink too hard

The banks rob you and the news is half

The truth wrapped up in boobs and arse

Pigs hit kids so

Bricks hit windows and the High Street burns

With broken dreams and herb

Only thing you can’t find in Tesco is that and a sense of worth

So hide behind a Benz or furs

Go online to find friends or perv

But click the wrong site for a free trial later detention first

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

Where you can get famous fast for a day

Or you can get bailiffs asking for pay

A list to faceless everybody plays

Roll the dice it’s always snake eyes mate

Racist beef, cakes and tea

All go together like a doh-rey-mee

The hills are alive with the sound of music

Giro cheques and schools that creek

Soon we all gonna be moving east

Delhi and Beijing, make some room please

And of the Empire strikes back

But them sides are packed, save your seats

Till then we just make the darkest beats

Great chapatis and rave on our streets

Is Britain great?

Well hey don’t ask me

But it’s where I live and why my heart beats

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

So big up the Queens Christmas speech

And all the shit her kids get for free

Big up the stiff upper lip half cos were posh

Half off the class a’s and bass drops

Big up the class born to rule

All in the same class since boarding school

We only all in it together to watch X factor and penalty shootouts that we lose

Hair of the dog, or beard for your God

After mosque or pub it’s curry and kebabs

And the weather is so crap

But still we sunbathe with the rain on tap

Try make the best of what’s bad

That’s why we wave the flag

Knee deep in the field of mud with 63 million screaming fans

All for a green, pleasant land

All for a mean and pleasant land

All for a mean and pleasant land

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England

God save the queen

Nah she ain’t mates with me

But she keeps my paper green

Plus we are neighbours see

On this little island

Where we’re all surviving

Politeness mixed with violence

This is England