Oh England, you're a bull Not so unlike the rest At the shoreline you puff your chest And punt us over the border. There's one you know well Who will land in the dark sulphour hands of her country At the shore you salute the east And punt her over the border. So then it's final We cannot argue Your mighty hand leaves Oceans burning. If we pay the earth
to appease your god. There's a chance you would let us stay And not give us over to torment. A drowning man will clutch out at a straw Expose himself, he's worthy You take his gold, you take his hands, you leave his soul and push his head to the bottom. So then it's final We cannot argue Your mightly hand leaves Oceans burning.