Man walks in a pub with a tattoo on his neck
A flag across his back, both crosses painted red
Talking of the Templar, Arthur and Saint George
Speaking of the glory, how the Commonwealth was forged
Pretending that the thrown isn't occupied by Germany
Acting like a foreign man could be his mortal enemy
Grounded by the round, diminished value pound
Complaining is your currency, you spend it like a rich man
You fell from your mum on a muddy patch of soil
Anything not from that patch makes your blood boil
Get the red cross off your back, replace it with a wooden one
Carry it to the hill and sacrifice something
Remember when we ruled the world
Raped it all and plundered it
Remember when we ruled the world
The truth is you never did
In your English dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
Clinging to a past, ignoring your ancestry
Running low on ink as you try to rewrite history
First you swear allegiance, then you swear to god
He says prides a deadly sin, you bow and smile and nod
The danger of the national is the danger of the tribe
The primal urge and fear to reject what's not inside
Forget where you came from, look where you are going
Take responsibility, get your senses flowing
Remember when we ruled the world
Raped it all and plundered it
Remember when we ruled the world
The truth is you never did
In your English dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
Remember when we ruled the world
Raped it all and plundered it
Remember when we ruled the world
The truth is you never did
In your English dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
In your English dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
In your English dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
In your English dreams
In your English dreams
In your English dreams