unpatriotic
Well I’m unpatriotic and my lyrics are idiotic but I still came on top of my English class
But I don’t need no qualifications and I don’t believe in nations, you can shove your PHD right up your arse
I’ve got a GCSE in geography,wanna know where a country is? Come to me!
I can point out the Land of Lap on a map
But when I reach a border, my bearings go out of order, lines drawn on a map what a pile of crap
Let’s go to Vietnam and Rotterdam, we can skip out on the Vatican, let’s go to the Middle East and have a feast
I used to live in Taiwan, no it’s not the same as Thailand, Taiwan’s two thousand odd miles to the North East
All they’ve got in common’s rice and it’s like calling England ”Iceland” cos they both start with a vowel and end in”-land”
And the U.S.A’s not America; what about Mexico and Canada?
El Salvador, Puerto Rico and the Rio Grande?
Brazil, Argetina, Chile, say any more and you’ll say I’m silly
They’re part of the Americas as well
So when we create this thing called “us and them” and we say we shouldn’t be trusting them you should start ringing that old alarm bell.
(Ring ring)
Is “us” our friends and family? Or our nationality? I feel more in common with my comrades in Baghdad.
Cos I’ve got friends all over the world and I don’t like to see insults hurled at them
Friendship can’t be wrapped up in a flag (oh no it can’t)
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Well I’m unpatriotic, and my lyrics are idiotic, but I still came on top of my English class
But I don’t need no qualifications and nations are aberrations you can stuff that “us and them” shite back up your arse
(Except for when it comes to class….)
We need more class war, there’s not enough of that kind of stuff
Petrol bombs – they’re getting hurled – class war is probably the best war in the world
But the soldiers – they’re working class
And the police – theyr’e working class
If we get them on our side, there’ll be nowhere for the dividers left to hide
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
There’s not enough fluff
There’s too much Double-Dutch
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
There’s not enough fluff
There’s too much Double-Dutch
But I don’t need no qualifications and I don’t believe in nations, you can shove your PHD right up your arse
I’ve got a GCSE in geography,wanna know where a country is? Come to me!
I can point out the Land of Lap on a map
But when I reach a border, my bearings go out of order, lines drawn on a map what a pile of crap
Let’s go to Vietnam and Rotterdam, we can skip out on the Vatican, let’s go to the Middle East and have a feast
I used to live in Taiwan, no it’s not the same as Thailand, Taiwan’s two thousand odd miles to the North East
All they’ve got in common’s rice and it’s like calling England ”Iceland” cos they both start with a vowel and end in”-land”
And the U.S.A’s not America; what about Mexico and Canada?
El Salvador, Puerto Rico and the Rio Grande?
Brazil, Argetina, Chile, say any more and you’ll say I’m silly
They’re part of the Americas as well
So when we create this thing called “us and them” and we say we shouldn’t be trusting them you should start ringing that old alarm bell.
(Ring ring)
Is “us” our friends and family? Or our nationality? I feel more in common with my comrades in Baghdad.
Cos I’ve got friends all over the world and I don’t like to see insults hurled at them
Friendship can’t be wrapped up in a flag (oh no it can’t)
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Well I’m unpatriotic, and my lyrics are idiotic, but I still came on top of my English class
But I don’t need no qualifications and nations are aberrations you can stuff that “us and them” shite back up your arse
(Except for when it comes to class….)
We need more class war, there’s not enough of that kind of stuff
Petrol bombs – they’re getting hurled – class war is probably the best war in the world
But the soldiers – they’re working class
And the police – theyr’e working class
If we get them on our side, there’ll be nowhere for the dividers left to hide
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
There’s not enough fluff
There’s too much Double-Dutch
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
We need mo-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-ore class war (Class war!)
There’s not enough fluff
There’s too much Double-Dutch