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Ginger kissed his girlfriend
For the last time
Walked home through the streets you desecrate

Then at dawn the bell rang
And they scrambled
Ginger pushed that Merlin through the gate

Shot up and on fire
Over Dover
Ginger bailed but never made it back

Under waves you think
We should rule over
Lies the kind of Britishness you lack

And who the fuck
Are you to hijack
What he died bravely for?
You don't understand

Cos when they ask you to explain
You strut like Goering
And raise your hand

Dont wave my flag
You bring the Best of British out in me

Don`t quote Churchill
You bring the Best of British out in me

I am a Son of Albion
My veins run
Red White and Blue

And like my forefathers
I'll fight
Not for a Masterrace
But what is right

Dont wave my flag
You bring the Best of British out in me

Don`t quote Churchill
You bring the Best of British out in me


© 2012 Glen Bentley