I was raised on Queen and Country
But began to reason why
Everytime somebody fly's the flag
Someone has to die
You can fly the flag in the Albert Hall
If you're upper class
But if you fly the flag at football
You're lower than a rattlesnakes arse

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Some people stand up for socialism
Some people stand up for capitalism
Some people stand up for patriotism
The last refuge of a scoundrel

I was raised to trust in God
The Church and England too
First they sing Jerusalem
Then they beat the crap out of you
Take a look in the books
Then you may understand
What happens when you stick your flag
In someone else's land

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They dream up rules the Law Lords
To keep you in your place
But when They choose to go to war
You see their other face
In the Name of God they ask you
For England to set sail
The choice is join the Army
The choice is rot in jail

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