This Is My England
They called our little town Beruit.
We grew up there without much loot.
Street kids with an attitude.
We never had fuck all.
On the streets we held our own.
We watched the gavers raid another home.
Times goe by now, we've all grown with no regrets at all.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Alcoholics and single mums.
Wanna' be gangster on the run.
Liberal hippies and junkie scum.
Down on our estate.
Teenage birds getting up the duff.
Posh birds looking for a bit of rough.
Have a go soul boys think they're tough and not a lot has changed.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Greasy spoons and early doors.
Getting nicked for nicking cars.
Snakebites on the promenade.
Graffiti on the walls.
Borken windows, littered streets.
Bunking trains and arcade cheats.
Leave's a taste so bittersweet. Britannia rules.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
We grew up there without much loot.
Street kids with an attitude.
We never had fuck all.
On the streets we held our own.
We watched the gavers raid another home.
Times goe by now, we've all grown with no regrets at all.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Alcoholics and single mums.
Wanna' be gangster on the run.
Liberal hippies and junkie scum.
Down on our estate.
Teenage birds getting up the duff.
Posh birds looking for a bit of rough.
Have a go soul boys think they're tough and not a lot has changed.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Greasy spoons and early doors.
Getting nicked for nicking cars.
Snakebites on the promenade.
Graffiti on the walls.
Borken windows, littered streets.
Bunking trains and arcade cheats.
Leave's a taste so bittersweet. Britannia rules.
Oh those were the days. We stood real proud.
Those were the days.
The revival of the skinhead.
We ruled the streets, stood alone.
The revival of the skinhead.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Those were the days. We stood as one.
Singing this is my England.
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot O'brien, Jake Edwards, Oliver Edwards, Beau Finlay O'brien
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