Текст: Skyclad. Think Back And Lie Of England.

(It's a load of old John Bull)
Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire
Oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained
St.George Cross red, and blues sung for
The countless dead

God save brave Johnny Company
Stiff-upper-lipped he sipped his tea
Atop a mound of babes he'd killed
To keep our nations coffers filled

Think back and lie of England
Conceal the evil we have done
Think back and lie of England
Fake alibis for Albion

Meanwhile back on British loam
Irish driven from their homes
Persecuted Welsh and Scot
And robbed them all of all they'd got

Bound unto the plough and yoke
They broke the backs of honest folk
Built a gentlemen's Jerusalem
I'm ashamed I share my race with them

Think back and lie of England
Conceal the evil we have done
Think back and lie of England
Fake alibis for Albion

So will our future history tell
How we've used this country well?
If you ask me, well I think not
Unless we watch these bigots rot

In poverty the masses drown
So raise a Dome in Greenwich town?
The Cenotaph is strewn with flowers
Yet arms-deals struck with fascist powers

Think back and lie of England
Conceal the evil we have done
Think back and lie of England
Fake alibis for Albion