England
We gotta stack chips and that's the way it is yo
Living in the city is turning 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 knuckle for the last round
Listen to the war drum hear how my heart sounds
My fists pound the asphalt as the living 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's
The devil lives in the Houses of Parliament
Devil worship or rebel disarmament
Is the main agenda for the parliamentary member
Send in the Toxic Avenger
Mutant anti-hero stack de-niro
Move with a band of bandoleros at sub-zero
Temperature - New clothes for the Emperoror
Watch how you walk these kids will 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
Where the smackheads jackin up
Crackheads crackin up
You're back up or backin up
You'll leave with your hands cuffed
Po-po bustin blocks Old folk punchin clocks
Yo it don't f**kin stop
Police stoppin me with the P O T
Race hate is growin so their votin for the BNP
Brits in Guantanamo dreamin of bein free
F**k this country it ain't doin sh*t 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 invested 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 there'll be 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 f**k
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 these 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 the rubbish chute
It don't bug me out cause I just bun the zoot
Don't look at me funny blood it's f**kin 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 sh*t is backward
The news is confusin - it's all manufactured
Pop-propoganda - 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 growing 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
They got us living in fear
You get treated like a criminal if you're Muslim with a beard
24 hour drinkin I'm sippin a beer
But some don't know their limits it's a little severe
The liquor is here the *** 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 watching 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 they're ain't nothin great about Britain
