Generations ago we were proud of our heritage,
But moss grows onto the stones of our grandparents resting places
And the youth of today are nonchalant and arrogant
Blood sucking vampires, shallow and cold-hearted
We stroll to an epidemic of our national faith
Our faith is not important, if our lives are at stake
From bulimia to xenophobia, it’s all in our nation
The coloured ol’ culture of our fair Great Britain.
Great (is it Great?) Britain
I was writing a song today about patriotism as it is St Georges Day, as I’m not really patriotic, I thought I could write something quite cynical, this is only an extract, a lot of the words not used in this extract are cynical, but this is more of a “everybody pull together” stanza.
jessi, 5 months ago
...i want to hear the rest…