[Verse 1]
Where will you be?
Alone on your meat rack?
Poundshop Balzac
Where will you be?
Up against some television piss wall, gimp-faced clown in hand-me-downs
Plastic frowns
Where will you be?
Endless fuck-all
Lazy fucking free-for-all
Glued to the phone, in that room full of people but all alone
Eyes blue glow
Where will you be?
That male prick shit
Letting fucking rip
Tippy tap tip tip, usual shit
Tweeting like fucking dick
Where will you be?
Sitting in the flames, all drunk on awe
Mustard fucks
Never out of luck
Keeping calm, carrying on
Little sup, fucking up
Where will you bе?
Hypocrisy, lol
Corruption, lol
Fucking, lol lol lol lol
Where will you be?
Feet up, tеn pound an hour
The power
As your background friends scour
Billy big time stuffed full
Audi on tick with a boot full
Where will you be?
Big Christmas gut-full
A little bit thick
And there's an angel on your shoulder that thinks you're a prick
Where will you be?
Clutching that flag, dreaming of empires and crowns
And fighting at the front in provincial fucking towns
Where will you be?
You're saluting yourself, hailing the thief
Grinning with your rotten, fucking meaty, fucking teeth
Spiralling down
Where will you be?
You're fucking haywaining, clueless
Rudderless, overdosed on your own stubbornness
Where will you be?
Down in the street, drunk in the dirt
Facedown in the shit
Licking the boot, licking the dream
The arse kissing cat, who got the dregs of the cream
[Refrain]
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
Anarchy's not what it used to be
You see?
You see?
You see?
Where will you be?
[Verse 2]
Kitchen towelling the guts of a shitty past
Half-arsed, half-hearted, half-cut
We're all fucked
Where will you be?
Suffocating in scandal, endlessly
Are you under the baton or you gripping it?
Where's your anger?
Where's your rage?
Where's your dignity?
Yet I get it
I'm the one, I'm always complaining about
I'm the sheep, half asleep
Shouting along with those who agree with me
We need the ears of the fuckers that have blocked you and me
Where will you be?
It's all too fucking twee
Where's the good stuff?
He's just doing his fucking best and you think that's enough
[Refrain]
Where will you be?
Will we learn, will we ever fucking learn?
Where will you be when England burns?
When England burns
Where will you be?
[Verse 3]
Flames licking St George's heel
Itching the bones, fucking up your smartphones
The decking's up in smoke
You're a lifeless statistic, a reliable vote
You can't see it
You can't feel it
You're done
You're spent
You're happy with your burnt out lot
You're happy with all this trophy shit you've got
Are you best left to rot?
[Refrain]
So fuck the lot
Fuck the lot
Fuck the lot
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
When England burns
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