England My Home

Oh, what happened to my green and pleasant land?
You gave me my birth, then you made me pay
What is it worth? Cast me away
Really done it now, dying in my arms
Standing with nothing, still got English charm
England, you're my home
You're my heart's heart's crashing thunder of love
You're the place of the poor, the open wound
You're the last rites of love
You cut your own throat, then you let it bleed
Misleading our people from what we all need
Roots forgotten, that's what we all say
What does it matter if you're the USA?
England, you're my home
You're my heart's heart's crashing thunder of love
You're the place of the poor, the open wound
You're the last rites of love
Why is it, England, I feel like rubbish on your streets?
Why is it when I care, I feel incomplete?
Why does our future seem such a feat?
When will our consciousness finally meet?
'Cause you're England, you're my home
You're my heart's heart's crashing thunder of love
You're the place of the poor, the open wound
You're the last rites of love
'Cause you're England, you're my home
You're my heart's heart's crashing thunder of love
You're the place of the poor, the open wound
You're the last rites