Black Boys on Mopeds

[Verse 1] Margaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her [Verse 2] I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now Remember what I told you: If they hated me they will hate you [Chorus] England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving [Verse 3] Young mother down at Smithfield 5 am, looking for food for her kids In her arms she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was "please" [Verse 4] These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to make your own grave Remember what I told you: If you were of the world they would love you [Chorus] England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving