Good Morning Britain

Jock's got a vote in parochial
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it laterAnd the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat cultureThe past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning BritainTwenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the dangerCorporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than Celtic joy
Death is not a strangerAnd Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home, NeilIn the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak-a-rak-a feelThe past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning BritainFrom the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colorFrom the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little dullerBut in this green and pleasant land
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man
A uniform's a traitorLove is international
And if you stand or if you fall
Just let them know you gave your all
Worry about it laterThe past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning BritainThe past is steeped in shame
But tomorrow's fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain