Britain is Dead

Come load up on hate

Put it straight in my veins

The end of everything as we know it

Monuments will fall

Good riddance to all

The past is dead, spit at it

Buried heads in the sand

From the same land

No compassion but such a martyr

Maybe I’m just damned

To live in demand

Of the grip I have around her

Cos I’ve been wandering round this blacked out rock throwing sticks and stones

Watching the violence burn behind closed windows

(Maybe there’s an easy way out)

You never know what goes on behind those doors

Everything has changed and this is the end

Boil the blood in our heads

Take offence

But don’t take anything you can’t replace

Tear up the past

Throw it in the trash

Where it belongs to rot in hell

Maybe I’m dead

Maybe misread

Death is X-rated and so is the truth

Come ahead

Bring your friends

Bring guns bring *** because Britain is dead