Grey Britain is burning down.
We'll be buried alive, before we drown.
The Queen is dead, so is this ground.
The shallow grave, fit for the crown.
Stick your coffins in the riverbed,
where all our sins are laid to rest.
Set alight to the flag we used to fly
God help us now, we are ready to die.
We'll be buried alive, before we drown.
The Queen is dead, so is this ground.
The shallow grave, fit for the crown.
Stick your coffins in the riverbed,
where all our sins are laid to rest.
Set alight to the flag we used to fly
God help us now, we are ready to die.