Our settlers calling our kingdom great   Our banners raised on high   Baptized with the tide of history   That won't lie down and die   Words from our own good book to help us get by   The sacrifice of our daily bread   The hallowed be our domain   For ever and ever the powers use their glory   To chain our minds again   Our lads growing into our men   The unicorn stands triumphant   But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave   The lion was crowned king of this land   That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage   This history of the winning side written on every page   It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not wanting to see   That most of us are born losers in the great society   Fed on a diet of how grand things used to be   An empire, two world wars, and Wimbly '66   But a Gordon Banks save couldn't save our ship   We were sinking like a brick   Till we were washed ashore in the South Atlantic   The unicorn stands triumphant   But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave   The lion was crowned king of this land   That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage   This history of the winning side written on every page   And how can we as a people be so blind   To taking so much but to close our minds   To be so afraid of stepping over the line   To bury our heads in the sands of time   To champion those who take our everything   And pretend that none of this is happening   To turn away and stop wondering how things could be any different   Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes' needs   With the reason that if we got sod all   Then at least we're white and free   Hiding behind hand-me-down bigotry   A nation of jurors judging others by the color of a book   That was written for us on our behalf   'Cause we can't be bothered to look   Beyond the headlines written verbatim by government crooks   And tell me when is a lie not a lie?   When it's told by someone who owns the truth   And when is a joke not a joke?   When the punchline is the Union Jackboot   When is a war not a war?   When those who started it know it can't be won   And when is a country not a country?   When it's partitioned and ruled by British guns   England, oh England, I'll never sing your praise   For all the blood you shed in long-gone days   You still can't put your mind to changing your ways   And while Britain's first and virtually its last   Remaining colony is fighting with its very life   To bring this monster to its knees   We can't see the wood through the trees who the monster is   And how could we as a people be so blind   To taking so much but to close our minds   To be so afraid of stepping over the line   To bury our heads in the sands of time   To champion those who take our everything   And then pretend that none of this is happening   To turn away and stop wondering how things could be so different   The unicorn stands triumphant   But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave   The lion was crowned king of this land   That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage   Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?   Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?