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Our settlers calling our kingdom greatOur banners raised on highBaptized with the tide of historyThat won't lie down and dieWords from our own good book to help us get byThe sacrifice of our daily breadThe hallowed be our domainFor ever and ever the powers use their gloryTo chain our minds againOur lads growing into our menThe unicorn stands triumphantBut if we look a little closer it's chained like a slaveThe lion was crowned king of this landThat it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cageThis history of the winning side written on every pageIt's not as simple as being mislead, as us not wanting to seeThat most of us are born losers in the great societyFed on a diet of how grand things used to beAn empire, two world wars, and Wimbly '66But a Gordon Banks save couldn't save our shipWe were sinking like a brickTill we were washed ashore in the South AtlanticThe unicorn stands triumphantBut if we look a little closer it's chained like a slaveThe lion was crowned king of this landThat it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cageSongtexteThis history of the winning side written on every pageAnd how can we as a people be so blindTo taking so much but to close our mindsTo be so afraid of stepping over the lineTo bury our heads in the sands of timeTo champion those who take our everythingAnd pretend that none of this is happeningTo turn away and stop wondering how things could be any differentLiving in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes' needsWith the reason that if we got sod allThen at least we're white and freeHiding behind hand-me-down bigotryA nation of jurors judging others by the color of a bookThat was written for us on our behalf'Cause we can't be bothered to lookBeyond the headlines written verbatim by government crooksAnd tell me when is a lie not a lie?When it's told by someone who owns the truthAnd when is a joke not a joke?When the punchline is the Union JackbootWhen is a war not a war?When those who started it know it can't be wonAnd when is a country not a country?When it's partitioned and ruled by British gunsEngland, oh England, I'll never sing your praiseFor all the blood you shed in long-gone daysYou still can't put your mind to changing your waysAnd while Britain's first and virtually its lastRemaining colony is fighting with its very lifeTo bring this monster to its kneesWe can't see the wood through the trees who the monster isAnd how could we as a people be so blindTo taking so much but to close our mindsTo be so afraid of stepping over the lineTo bury our heads in the sands of timeTo champion those who take our everythingAnd then pretend that none of this is happeningTo turn away and stop wondering how things could be so differentThe unicorn stands triumphantBut if we look a little closer it's chained like a slaveThe lion was crowned king of this landThat it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cageDo we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race? Aus Songtexte Mania