Your English

Lyrics for Your English

Everything is certain for you English You're certainly a bunch of certain pricks Certain that your house will never fall down Because it is made of bricks Certain that you will win Euro 96' Certain that James Anderson will take a lot of wickets You're English Victimise the weak, blame deviation on the strange Give guns to the police and drive the blacks insane Home, home on the range! 1495 and 1999 are psychological lies Bullshit from the whites, That are fucking with your mind Toying with your life Cheating on your wife You stupid fucking shites You're English You're quick on your wits but you're thick and full of shit You're English In England we are driven against our good desires Driven to become a race of fucking liars "I left my purse indoors" "I didn't know it had expired" "I found it on the floor" "Are you calling me a liar?" Insecurity and wealth, greediness and fear "No, I cannot share" "I don't have any more" The posture of your sports teams Exemplifies your tendency To cover up your weakness With hysterical defence strategies "We will definitely win, we cannot lose!" But God doesn't let us all win Someone has to lose You're quick on your wits but you're thick, full of shit You're English Bob the Builder! You're very sharp with the wise remarks Laughing at my specs But I worry for your horrible wife when you have sex You have red, thick necks You have not read many books You have badly cut ... You shoot bitter angry looks You fucking English pubs You're fucking full of shit You cannot name a spade For ... Stop feeling guilty Stop feeling insecure Be fragile, warm and gentle Roses like manure!