So this is Great Britain? Welcome aboard
A sinking ship that's full of shit and someone's nicked the oars
With failing false economies and anti-punk autonomy
Our one unique identity's been washed from our shores
Yeah this is Great Britain and these are our whores-
David and Victoria there's hope for us all
Yeah you can rule Britannia, the media will marry you,
They'll build you up and knock you down just like The Berlin Wall
In a Land Of Hope and Glory, do we really rule the waves?
The truth is a different story, we're all just a bunch of slaves
Yeah this is Great Britain, so lets raise a jar
Just look at Georgie Best and how it got him so far
The prince of pleasure lost his crown for getting high and getting down
The alcoholic anti-hero visibly scarred
Come on Great Britain, lets sleep around
Sex is so much fun we better spread it around
It really is infecious and your soul is nothing precious
So grab some meat and treat your loins to that by which they'er bound
We'll soon be state Britain if our "best friends" have their way
Just another star upon the flag across the waves
Writer(s): David Jackson, Rob Skipper
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