A man looks up on a yellow sky and the rain turns to rust in his eye rumours of his health are lies old england is dying
his clothes are dirty shade of blue and his ancient shoes worn through he steals from me and he lies to you old england is dying
still he sings an empires song and still he keeps his beliefs strong and he sticks his flag where it all belongs old england is dying
you`re asking what makes me sigh now what it is makes me shudder so well I just FREEZE in the wind and I`m numb from the pummeling of the snow that falls from high in yellow skies where the well loved flag of england flies Where the homes are warm and the mothers sigh where comedians laugh and babies cry where criminals are televised politicians fraternized journalists are dignified and everyone is civilised and children stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes Old England!
evening has fallen the swans are singing the last of Sundays bells is ringing the wind in the trees is sighing and old england is dying
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