The King Blues - Blood On My Hands lyrics

"You're listening to the sound
Of The King Blues
The conscious rude boy ska from London town
So get up off your seat for
The baddest sound around hey"

The job centre is handing
Out bullet proof vests
For years you've been telling me
I'm trouble making scum
Now I can be the best
Well, if you love England
With all your heart
She'll take you to the grave
If I can truly be the best
Then I'll never be your slave

But, I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy


But, I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy

Everyday the same
All of them ah newspapers they read
I see them pushing racism
And difference of creed
They try to claim that they
Are fightin' for God
Re-write all them school books saying that
Oil is thicker then blood

But, I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy

But, I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy