My England (Public Warning 2006)

Текст песни Lady Sovereign - My England (Public Warning 2006)

[Verse 1]

It ain't about the tea and biscuits
I'm one of those English misfits
I don't drink tea, I drink spirits
And I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics
These goes a horse
Horses for courses
Nah, more like corpses on corners
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers
Police carry guns, not truncheons
Make your own assumptions
London ain't all crumpets and trumpets
It's one big slum pit

[Pre-Chorus]

We ain't all posh like the Queen
We ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean
We ain't all posh like the Queen
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere
[Chorus]

This is the picture
I painted my low down
This my London
That I call my home town
It's where I'm living
And this is my low down
This is my England
I'm letting you know now

[Verse 2]

No, I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow
I'd rather listen Run The Roads
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown
And not get bloated on a plate of scones
Cricket, Bowls, Croquet
Nah, PS2 all the way
In an English council...apartment
No we don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants
More like 24 hour surveillance and
Dog shit on the pavement

[Pre-Chorus]
We ain't all posh like the Queen
We ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean
We ain't all posh like the Queen
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

[Chorus]

This is the picture
I painted my low down
This my London
That I call my home town
It's where I'm living
And this is my low down
This is my England
I'm letting you know now

[Verse 3]

Big up Oliver Twist
Showin' us the nitty gritty of what London really is
It ain't all pretty
Deal with the realness
It's all gritty
Deal with the realness
Ohh! The changing of the Queen's guard
That's nothing for me to march out of my house for
Tra la la!
I'd rather sit on my arse
And have a glass of Chardonnay
Nah, we ain't all Briget Jones clones
Who say pardon me
More like 'what's gwanin' mate?'
You get me?
Now I can select a few
Pepé Le Pew's
Who like to reject all my views
Well I'm letting you know the news
And, well...
This is the straight up truth
[Pre-Chorus x4]

We ain't all posh like the Queen
We ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean
We ain't all posh like the Queen
Now do the Tony Blair
Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

[Chorus x2]

This is the picture
I painted my low down
This my London
That I call my home town
It's where I'm living
And this is my low down
This is my England
I'm letting you know now

[Outro]

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