Jehst - England lyrics

England england

We gotta stack chips and that's
The way it is, yo
Livin' in the city is turnin' 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 knuckles for the last round
Listen to the war drum
Hear how my heart sound
Fists pound the asphalt, as the livin' 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
The devil lives in the Houses of Parliament
Devil worship or rebel disarmament
Is the main agenda for
The parliament'ry member
Send in the Toxic Avenger
Mutant anti hero, stack dinero
Move with a band of bandolero at sub-zero
Temperature, new clothes for the Emperor
Watch how you walk
These kids'll 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) England
Where the smackheads jackin' up
Crackheads crackin' up
Your back-up are backin' up
Leave with your hands cuffed
Po-po bustin' blocks
Old folk punchin' clocks, yo
It don't fuckin' stop
Police stoppin' me with the POT
Race hate growin' so they're votin' for BNP
Brit's in Guantanamo, dreamin' of bein' free
Fuck this country, it ain't doin' shit 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 invest
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 now we 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 fuck
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 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 my rubbish chute
Please don't bum me out
'cause I just bunned a zoot
Don't look at me funny blood
It's fuckin' 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 shit is backward
The news is confusin', it's all manufactured
Pop propaganda, 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 growin’ 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
Got us livin’ in fear, you get treated like a
Criminal if you're Muslim with a beard
Twenty-four hour drinkin’, I'm sippin’ a beer
But some don't know their limit's
It's a little severe
The liquor is here, the drugs 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 watchin’ 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 there ain't
Nuttin’ great about Britain