Insubordinate Ingerland

This is a train to Manchester Airport The next stop will be Manchester Airport, where this train terminates Vape me a new revolution In a cloud of flavored smoke 'Cause we're occupied with ethanol Gimme factory false hope So hang us out to dry 'Cause the working-class hero is just a lie Breathe in the desolation Tell me, are you thinking Or are you drinking? I'm England 'til I die Born and bred where the love is dead It's social suicide So stop your dreamin' and drink your pint Long live the grey eclipse Grave Britain has gone to bits Complicitly comply I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die Constant conceited confusion I just don't know where I stand In Insubordinate Ingerland See hypocrisy first hand Oh, I'd kiss you to death In the land of all the skint and unimpressed Breathe in the desolation Are you even thinking? What are you drinking? I'm England 'til I die Born and bred where the love is dead It's social suicide So stop your dreamin' and drink your pint Long live the grey eclipse Grave Britain has gone to bits Complicitly comply I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die Listen right, it's a social commentary, calm down But it's kinda true You know I'm right Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough Five bags deep just to show you're proper tough Lookin' kinda bleak down the Salford corner shop Cuppa tea, bourgeoisie, mushy pea (England) God save the King Douse me in kerosene God save the King Douse me in kerosene I'm England 'til I die Born and bred where the love is dead It's social suicide I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die