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
Writer/s: Bernard Rhodes, Joe Strummer
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Vickie from Vancouver IslandPeter is right. This song is out of date by a mile.
Peter from Ottawa, OnThis song was written in 1983 and speaks of problems of the time in Thatcher era England. Issues such as inner city crime, unemployment, racism, the Falklands War, dying British industry, and the rise of a nationalist sub-culture in the white lower classes.
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