Good Morning Britain Lyrics

Good Morning Britain lyrics

Jock's got a vote in Parochia

Ten long years and he's still got her

Paying tax and and doing stir

Worry about it later.

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold

But it blows us good so we've been told

Music's food 'til the art-biz folds

Let them all eat culture.



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The past is steeped in shame,

But tomorrow's fair game,

For a life that's fit for living

Good morning Britain.



Twenty years and a loaded gun

Funerals, fear and the war ain't won

Paddy's just a figure of fun

It lightens up the danger.

And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy

And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy

He's killing more than celtic joy

Death is not a stranger.



Taffy's time's gonna come one day

It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way

A house is not a holiday

Your sons are leaving home Neil.

In the hills and the valleys and far away

You can hear the song of democracy

The echo of eternity

With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.



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From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow

My English brothers and sisters know

It's not a case of where you go

It's race and creed and colour.

From the police cell to the deep dark grave

On the underground's just a stop away

Don't be too black, don't be too gay

Just get a little duller.



But in this green and pleasant land,

Where I make my home, I make my stand

Make it cool just to be a man,

A uniform's a traitor.

Love is international

And if you stand or if you fall,

Just let them know you gave your all,

Worry about it later.



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