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