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You gave me my birth
Then you made me pay
What is it worth
Cast me away
You've really done it now
Dying in my arms
You stand here with nothing
But you've still got english charm

Oh England, you're my home
My heart's heart
Crashing thunder of love
You're a place of the poor
Open wound
The lost rites of love

You cut your own throat
Then you let it bleed
Misleading your people
From what they all need
Roots forgotten
That's what we all say
But what does it matter
You're the USA

Why is it England
I feel like rubbish on your streets
Why is it when I care
If feel incomplete
Why does our future seem
Such a feat
When will our consciousness
Finally meet

Oh, whatever happened to
My green and pleasant land
You gave me my birth   Then you made me pay    What is it worth    Cast me away    You've really done it now    Dying in my arms    You stand here with nothing    But you've still got english charm       Oh England, you're my home    My heart's heart    Crashing thunder of love    You're a place of the poor    Open wound    The lost rites of love       You cut your own throat    Then you let it bleed    Misleading your people    From what they all need    Roots forgotten    That's what we all say    But what does it matter    You're the USA       Why is it England    I feel like rubbish on your streets    Why is it when I care    If feel incomplete    Why does our future seem    Such a feat    When will our consciousness    Finally meet       Oh, whatever happened to    My green and pleasant land