The empire begs down on its knees,
Drowning in debt, tax and fees.
Where's all the times with money spent in a clung
Love to make the most out of what we've got.
Feel the culture burn away
And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
UK blues.
Lietts off the water drags and comes,
Spending all their money dropping bombs.
Two hundred cities burn, pops can learn how to slide.
The poppies beg, they're desperate for their time.
Feel the culture burn away
And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
UK blues, UK blues, UK blues.
UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, blues
There's no hope when the culture's round my copes,
Leave it and you wonder why we drink.
Feel the culture burn away
And nothing gonna be like it used to be.
UK blues, UK blues, UK blues, UK blues.
Taxes don't come so easily,
Got no time for your fellow lead,
The breath smells great, still hard to breathe.
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