Take my sceptred isle
Set in a silver sea
Filled to overflowing
By a hungry discontent
Go that extra mile
For a nice strong cup of tea
Take my sceptred isle
Taste her misery
Line of inmates stretching
Out, beside the theme park wall
Some things can not be cured
By a nice strong cup of tea
The empire is still owing
We never paid the rent
The past is overflowing
We are are waiting for the fall
What are we living for
Two roomed apartment on the second floor
Oh my country right or wrong
Grinding out the same old song
The bell will toll the crowd will throng
The path is cracked, the road too long
Oh my country, shambles, shame
One more cross, another rich man’s game
Point the finger, lay the blame
Hide behind the empty frame.
Frame
The empire is still owing
We never paid the rent
The past is overflowing
We are are waiting for the fall
Take my sceptred isle
Taste her misery
Line of inmates stretching
Out, beside the theme park wall
Some things can not be cured
By a nice strong cup of tea
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