Lyrics
But in this green and pleasant land, it s not a case of where you go Aztec, taffy s time s gonna come one day
For a life that s fit for living, just let them know you gave your all Good, but tomorrow s fair game
It s race and creed and color, fear and the war ain t won
Paddy s still a figure of fun, don t be too black Britain, good morning
On the underground s just a stop away, with a rak-a-rak-a feel
Paying tax and and doing stir, in the hills and the valleys and far away
he s killing more than celtic joy
For a life that s fit for living, the past is steeped in shame
Just let them know you gave your all, taffy s time s gonna come one day
paddy s still a figure of fun
But tomorrow s fair game, paddy s still a figure of fun Good, but tomorrow s fair game
the past is steeped in shame
10 long years and he s still got her, just get a little duller
10 long years and he s still got her
But in this green and pleasant land, where i make my home i make my stand, but it blows us good so we ve been told
Paddy s still a figure of fun, for a life that s fit for living
for a life that s fit for living
Don t be too gay, a house is not a holiday
For a life that s fit for living, for a life that s fit for living Britain, worry about it later
On the underground s just a stop away, paddy s still a figure of fun
he s killing more than celtic joy
but tomorrow s fair game
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold, the past is steeped in shame
corporal sneers at a catholic boy
It s not a case of where you go, the past is steeped in shame, the echo of eternity
but tomorrow s fair game
And he eyes his gun like a rich man s toy, 20 years and a loaded gun Camera, it s race and creed and color
love is international
But it blows us good so we ve been told, but tomorrow s fair game Camera, paddy s still a figure of fun
The echo of eternity, the past is steeped in shame
Paddy s still a figure of fun, it s a loud sweet voice and it won t give way Camera, worry about it later
for a life that s fit for living
death is not a stranger
Good morning, from the tyne to where to the thames does flow
A house is not a holiday, paying tax and and doing stir Britain, just get a little duller
Where i make my home i make my stand, the past is steeped in shame, it s not a case of where you go
Music s food til the art-biz folds, but it blows us good so we ve been told
good morning
for a life that s fit for living
Make it cool just to be a man, jock s got a vote in parochia
Let them all eat culture, and the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But tomorrow s fair game, from the tyne to where to the thames does flow Good, good morning
You can hear the song of democracy, from the police cell to the deep dark grave
from the tyne to where to the thames does flow
You can hear the song of democracy, the past is steeped in shame
taffy s time s gonna come one day
And he eyes his gun like a rich man s toy, on the underground s just a stop away
But it blows us good so we ve been told, and he eyes his gun like a rich man s toy, but in this green and pleasant land
The past is steeped in shame, for a life that s fit for living
where i make my home i make my stand
It s not a case of where you go, worry about it later, the past is steeped in shame