My England Songtext
von The Selecter

Gaps Hendrickson:
Hi, this is Cuckcoo representing The Selecter!
They′re marching up the place...

Pauline Black:
Living on handouts
Nothing left to spend
Can't afford bricks and mortar
I can′t pay the rent

Wrote out a CV
So many times
Nobody answers
It only joins the pile

Some things are too hard to forget
Some things are too hard to forget

Living in wastelands
Full of crack and guns
Take away the money
It's how things become


Some things are too hard to forget
Some things are too hard to forget

All the King's horses
All the King′s men
Can′t put it together, no
This is En-ga-land
This is En-ga-land
My En-ga-land
My En-ga-land

(EY! YOU! HUH!)

Some ride a dragon
Dressed in red, white, and true
They're fighting for England
But don′t have a clue

She comes in colors
Colors everywhere
We're all in it together
So say it loud and clear

Some things are too hard to forget
Some things are too hard to forget


All the King′s horses
All the King's men
Can′t put it together
Now, this is En-ga-land
This is En-ga-land
My En-ga-land
My En-ga-land!

(EY! YOU! HUH!)
*Guitar*

Some things are too hard to forget
Some things are too hard to forget

All the King's horses
All the King's men
Can′t put it together
Now, this is En-ga-land
This is En-ga-land
My En-ga-land
Our En-ga-land!