This Is England

I hear a gang fire 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 freezing in those clothes

He won’t go for the carrot

They beat him by the pole

Some sunny day confronted by his soul

He’s out at sea, too far off, he can’t go home

This is England

What we’re supposed to die for

This is England

And we’re 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

When will we be free

This is England

We can chain you to the rail

This is England

We can kill you in a jail

The British boots go kick them

Got ‘em in the head

Police ain’t watchin’

The newspapers been read

Who cares to protest

A (???) in the eye like a flare

Out came the batons and

The British warned themselves

This is England

The land of (il)legal dances

This is England

Land of a thousand stances

This is England

This knife of Sheffield steel

This is England

This is how we feel

This is England

This is England