Oh England, you’re a bull

Oh England, you're a bull

Not so unlike the rest

At the shoreline you puff your chest

And punt us over the border.There's one you know well

Who will land in the dark sulphour hands of her country

At the shore you salute the east

And punt her over the border.So then it's final

We cannot argue

Your mighty hand leaves

Oceans burning.If we pay the earth

to appease your god.

There's a chance you would let us stay

And not give us over to torment.A drowning man will clutch

out at a straw

Expose himself, he's worthy

You take his gold, you take his hands, you leave his soul

and push his head to the bottom.So then it's final

We cannot argue

Your mightly hand leaves

Oceans burning.