england england we gotta stack chips and that s the way it is yo livin in the city is turnin billy schizo phrenic it s a blood money epidemic kids rock akademiks but they re not academic better stop for a second take a look around you demons surround you evil is all powerful love is up against the ropes it s god s downfall lucifer reigns the future remains doubtful the gloves are off bare knuckles for the last round listen to the war drum hear how my heart sound fists pound the asphalt as the livin dead inhale the crack smoke squeeze blood out a stone just to make cash flow streets retarded the daily news is too much for the weak hearted deeply depressed artistic arsonist sparkin spliffs addicts jack the pharmacist the devil lives in the houses of parliament devil worship or rebel disarmament is the main agenda for the parliament ry member send in the toxic avenger mutant anti hero stack dinero move with a band of bandolero at sub zero temperature new clothes for the emperor watch how you walk these kids ll put an end to ya the cross country adventurer ventin the pent up aggression when i enter the session adolescents hold weapons and shut down your pantomime draw heat 9 milli degrees fahrenheit england where the smackheads jackin up crackheads crackin up your back up are backin up leave with your hands cuffed po po bustin blocks old folk punchin clocks yo it don t fuckin stop police stoppin me with the p o t race hate growin so they re votin for bnp brits in guantanamo dreamin of bein free fuck this country it ain t doin shit for me look at the history books peep the bloodshed karma is coming you ll see the streets run red redrum that s the way that the money s made the church of england invest in the slave trade trace it back to the bank where you put your wage built on the blood of slaves and stolen sugar cane and now we toil for the royal blood spillin on the soil where they re drillin for the oil got us killin for the buck but we don t give a fuck nobody wanna work we just wanna live it up bring a cup fill it up with the blood sweat and tears too i got no love for ideals you adhere to dear england please confess your sins now i see police tape when i m takin my bins out a dead baby got dropped down my rubbish chute please don t bum me out cause i just bunned a zoot don t look at me funny blood it s fuckin true you don t believe me i guess it s too much for you a girl got abducted and chopped up in catford racists with ice picks that shit is backward the news is confusin it s all manufactured pop propaganda political actors political factions and critical factors get kidnapped and sympathise with your captors trapped in the capital death before dishonour troops terrorised by suicide bombers and i wanna vomit cause they re blowin up buses it s rough in the streets kids growin up cussin get crushed in the rush hour police have got too much power now they move like a menace ask jean charles de menezes in the heavens they put seven in his head and sent him back to the essence got us livin in fear you get treated like a criminal if you re muslim with a beard twenty four hour drinkin i m sippin a beer but some don t know their limits it s a little severe the liquor is here the drugs are here the football thugs are here you could get mugged in here so plug your ear if you don t wanna hear the screams from the dungeon to the huddersfield of dreams i feel the heat of big brother s eyes on my back he s watchin how i move and the way that i act he s watchin what i read and the products that i buy my bank balance that s the price of the property rise my political allegiance i m angry i didn t register my oyster card you can t track me id s compulsory they got a back door you re forced to apply when you renew your passport it s hardcore but that s life in england and it goes for the whole united kingdom and i still got love for the place where i m livin but right now there ain t nuttin great about britain3