The Clash - This Is England lyrics
[The Clash - This Is England lyrics]
Four for a pound your face flannels
Three for a pound your tea towels!
Four for a pound your face flannels
Three for a pound your tea towels!
I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm
Are they howling out, or doing somebody harm?
On a catwalk jungle, somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched
The weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England this is how we feel
Time on his hands the freezing mohawk strolls
He won't go for the carrots
Been beaten by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
His eye will see how fast you can grow old
This is England
That I'm supposed to die for
This is England never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I'm walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed i see no glory
And when will we get free?
This is England we can chain you to the rail
This is England we can kill you in a jail
Hey, British boots go kick
Bengali in the head police sit watching
The newspapers being read
All deaf to protests
And after the attacker fled
Out came the batons and
The biggest one then said
This is England the land of illegal dances
This is England land of one thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England this is how we feel
This is England this is England
Three for a pound your tea towels!
Four for a pound your face flannels
Three for a pound your tea towels!
I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm
Are they howling out, or doing somebody harm?
On a catwalk jungle, somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched
The weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England this is how we feel
Time on his hands the freezing mohawk strolls
He won't go for the carrots
Been beaten by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
His eye will see how fast you can grow old
This is England
That I'm supposed to die for
This is England never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I'm walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed i see no glory
And when will we get free?
This is England we can chain you to the rail
This is England we can kill you in a jail
Hey, British boots go kick
Bengali in the head police sit watching
The newspapers being read
All deaf to protests
And after the attacker fled
Out came the batons and
The biggest one then said
This is England the land of illegal dances
This is England land of one thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England this is how we feel
This is England this is England