Asian Dub Foundation lyrics

Asian Dub Foundation lyrics

"Real Great Britain lyrics"

We All Thought We Knew You lyrics
When I Heard That You Had Gone I Couldn't Move Or Talk, Or Think For Grief That You Should Have Left Us In Such A Way Just Wasn't You Gave Up The Ghost Of Life Wit


Written by: Das, Pandit, Savale, Tailor, Zaman
Union Jack and Union Jill
Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who swallows the bill
"Murdoch she wrote"
Him have his hand in the till

Blairful of Thatcher
Stuck on the 45
The suits have changed
But the old ties survive
New Britannia co
Aged Idol Of Dusk lyrics
Ages idol of dusk Lord of the dark forest Your creation of the darkness And dark minds exile from sky Looking for black eyes From aged mystic age I see
ol
Who are you trying to fool?
Behind your fashion-tashion I see nothing at all

Care for the commodity
Cuts the nation into three
Rich pickings for the first
Bottom third you never see
While middle England keeps swinging its
loyalty
No concern for the future
Just with dead royalty

So will the real, the real Great Britan
step
Distant Skies lyrics
Music and words by Tolkki Went into the plane was scared like hell tried to relax for awhile But when we took off I feared we would fall waving goodbye t
forward
This is the national identity parade
Shoe gazer nation forever looking
backwards
Time to reject the sixties charade

Not enough schools
Not enough homes
Just "phony care" in his millennium dome
More prime cuts than beef on the bone
And there's too many questions you're
not answering Tone

Union Jack and Union J
Where Are The Prawns lyrics
Baby doll, you know your hair shines like like ink when you're not here You left before I got here, so how do you know I'm late? You better tell me when
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Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who swallows the bill
"Murdoch she wrote"
Him have his hand in the till

So will the real, the real Great Britan
step forward
This is the national identity parade
Shoe gazer nation forever looking
backwards
Time to reject the sixties charade