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Think back and lie of england

	作词 : Walkyier
	(It's a load of old John Bull)
	Cruel Britannia ruled the waves,
	Empire oiled by toiling slaves.
	White flag stained
	St.George
	Cross red, and blues sung for the countless dead
	God save brave
	Johnny Company, stiff-upper-lipped he sipped his tea, atop a mound of babes he'd killed, to keep our nations coffers filled. [Chorus]
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion Meanwhile back on
	British loam,
	Irish driven from their homes.
	Persecuted
	Welsh and
	Scot, and robbed them all of all they'd got.
	Bound unto the plough and yoke, they broke the backs of honest folk.
	Built a gentlemen's
	Jerusalem.
	I'm ashamed
	I share my race with them! [Chorus]
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion So will our future history tell, how we've used this country well?
	If you ask me, well
	I think not, unless we watch these bigots rot.
	In poverty the masses drown;
	So raise a
	Dome in Greenwich town?
	The Cenotaph is strewn with flowers, yet arms-deals struck with fascist powers! [Chorus]
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion

	zuò cí : Walkyier
	It' s a load of old John Bull
	Cruel Britannia ruled the waves,
	Empire oiled by toiling slaves.
	White flag stained
	St. George
	Cross red, and blues sung for the countless dead
	God save brave
	Johnny Company, stiffupperlipped he sipped his tea, atop a mound of babes he' d killed, to keep our nations coffers filled. Chorus
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion Meanwhile back on
	British loam,
	Irish driven from their homes.
	Persecuted
	Welsh and
	Scot, and robbed them all of all they' d got.
	Bound unto the plough and yoke, they broke the backs of honest folk.
	Built a gentlemen' s
	Jerusalem.
	I' m ashamed
	I share my race with them! Chorus
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion So will our future history tell, how we' ve used this country well?
	If you ask me, well
	I think not, unless we watch these bigots rot.
	In poverty the masses drown
	So raise a
	Dome in Greenwich town?
	The Cenotaph is strewn with flowers, yet armsdeals struck with fascist powers! Chorus
	Think back and lie of
	England. Conceal the evil we have done.
	Think back and lie of
	England. Fake alibis for
	Albion