THIS IS ENGLAND

I hear a gang cry on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm? On a catwalk jungle, somebody crabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is england this knife of sheffield steel This is england and this is how we feel Time on his hands, the freezing mohawk strolls He won't go for the carrots, been beaten by the pole Some sunny day, confronted by his soul His eyes will see how fast you can grow old This is england who I'm supposed to die for This is england I'm never gonna cry no more Black shadow of the vincents, falls on a triumph ride I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time I saw the man take wind blown ice from a dying crete I see no glory, when will he be free This is england we can chain you to the rail This is england we can kill you in a jail Here british boots go kick bengalis in the head Police sit watching, a newspaper's being read All deaf to protests, after the attacker fled Out come the batons, and the biggest one then said This is england land of the legal dances This is england land of one thousand stances This is england this knife of sheffield steel This is england and this is how we feel This is england This is england