Oh England, you're a bull

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.