Текст песни Sold England

This is the tale of old England We´ve got rocks and coke We´ve got kids that smoke Pram pushers and devil´s folk In our England What´s the weather Sunshine or rain Smiling faces asking for a change Watch the news Could grow great again From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England Where every penny´s pinched In old England What´s the weather Sunshine or rain Smiling faces asking for a change Watch the news Could grow great again From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England There´s a hand in my pocket There´s a fight for my life He was sitting on the fence When they moved to the right The sham is a shame And there´s always the rain And everybody´s loving it From the harvest to the flatlands We´re for sale in old England From the back streets to the old lanes We´re for sale in old England In old England