Black Boys on Mopeds lyrics

Margaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now Remember what I told you If they hated me, they will hate you England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving Young mother down at Smithfield 5 am, looking for food for her kids In her arms, she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was: Please These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you If you were of the world, they would love you England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving