Sun went down
Drinking at the dreadnought
Nothing turned out quite the way you thought it would
Knuckles red and crusty
All the pictures gather dust
He doesn’t write, he doesn’t care
There’s this sense of niggling doubt
Everything you care about
Is just some elaborate joke at your expense
The pride you feel is broken
The land you say you love was choked
By your embrace

Cupid’s Bow, Neck Tattoo
“England belongs to you”
But what the fuck is England anyway oh yeah
But empty words and empty gestures
That loyalty, it festers, it festers, it festers

Words still ringing in your ear
“It never did me any harm”
Ditched PE to hide the bruises on your arm
Not so skinny anymore
I wish he’d turn up at the door
Like the social worker did
Widow’s Peak, Neck Tattoo
England belongs to you
And all who show their pride in seven shades oh yeah
Empty words and empty gestures
That loyalty, it festers, it festers, it festers
This is not what you were promised
This is not what you were promised
Jerusalem

Is something sacred here among
These dark satanic retail parks?
Are we accountable to none
While our adventures leave their mark
Did holy feet in ancient times
Endow a glory in this soil
Capricious markings on a map
Fickle, selfish, violent, spoiled
Jerusalem, blood and vomit on the concrete
Jerusalem, blood and vomit on the concrete