One such disciple of certain schools of crumbling unfiltered thought
Gold medals of success shivering next to those I've already caught
Deep down in my head, I know that I'm nothing if not a mugshot tiger
Throw on my hat, pick up my bell, and become the town crier
"Hey, take one sec', prick your ears up quick, the fanfare's belting silver"
Shimmers of flag-like unfurling ties on shining polyester
Kids filming, phones, looks like some vigil snaking along the pavement
"Look out, America, here I come"
The King of England
You ain't seen nothing yet
As if touched by love or some such secret telling final truth
He falls back onto his bed laughing
Runs down, pulls on both his shoes
"They're throwing pound coins at the crowd
Mr. Brown, don't you want in?
They're burning flags and cars and martyrs for some very good reason"
Honing in down the packed and swaying pavements, donning his crown
His gait becomes a stride while, in his mind, he's killed Mr. Brown
Looks up, sees a gold empty throne hoisted on shoulders of his subjects
Baying, siren-like, who's the King of England
Look who's laughing now
The King of England
England, take a bow
Britannia ruled and enslaved my ancestors across Caribbean waves
And siphoned sugar to the Tate
While the Raj decimated my mother's land
Oh, indigo India
A reckoning bell
What values are your "union" built on?
For you cannot serve both God and Mammon
Destruction derby: Aston Martin vs Mercedes Benz
Two World Wars, one World Cup
Don't think that we won't do it again
No need to reread reams of terms and conditions, click "agree"
This island's got what the world needs
The King of England
Look who's laughing now
The King of England
England, take a bow