The British Museum

Land of Dope and Tory
A land of lies
Land of Eton gangsters
And old school ties
They plant nothing but flags
And harvest only hate
Jolly Roger
The Welfare State

This is your land
The British Museum
No future inside
A cold mausoleum
This is your home
Gutted and stripped
Sold to the crook
With the highest bid

You buy their one-way tickets
Into the past
Slaves to their empire
They're laughing behind your back
Bow down to your betters
And beg and crawl
And kiss the ring
Of the king
Of us all

All the bread and circuses
They throw at you
All the endless repeats
Of World War Two
Watch the pretty flypast
In red, white and blue
When they've rapt you up in it they
Pickpocket you

This is your land
The British Museum
No future inside
A cold mausoleum
This is your home
Gutted and stripped
Sold to the crook
With the highest bid

You buy their one-way tickets
Into the past
Slaves to their empire
They're laughing behind your back
Bow down to your betters
And beg and crawl
And kiss the ring
Of the king