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