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Jock's got a vote in
Ten long years and still got her
tax and and doing stir
Worry it later

And the wind blows hot and the wind cold
But it us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz
Let them all eat

The is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's game
For a that's fit for living
Good morning

years and a loaded gun
Funerals, and the war ain't won
just a figure of fun
It up the danger

sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich toy
He's killing more Celtic joy
is not a stranger

And Taffy's time's gonna one day
It's a loud sweet and it won't give way
A house is not a
sons are leaving home, Neil

In the hills and the and far away
You can hear the of democracy
The echo of
With a rak-a-rak-a

The past is steeped in
But tomorrow's game
For a life that's fit for
Good morning

the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English and sisters know
not a case of where you go
It's race and and color

From the police cell to the deep dark
On the underground's just a stop
be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a duller

But in this green and pleasant
I make my home, I make my stand
Make it just to be a man
A uniform's a

Love is
And if you stand or if you
Just let them you gave your all
about it later

The is steeped in shame
But fair game
For a life that's fit for
Good morning

The past is steeped in
But tomorrow's game
For a that's fit for living
morning Britain