This is the tale of old England
We've got rocks and coke
We've got kids that smoke
Pram pushers and devil's folk
In our England What's the weather
Sunshine or rain
Smiling faces asking for a change
Watch the news
Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands
We're for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We're for sale in old England
In old England
Where every penny's pinched
In old England
What's the weather
Sunshine or rain
Smiling faces asking for a change
Watch the news
Could grow great again
From the harvest to the flatlands
We're for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We're for sale in old England
In old England
There's a hand in my pocket
There's a fight for my life
He was sitting on the fence
When they moved to the right
The sham is a shame
And there's always the rain
And everybody's loving it
From the harvest to the flatlands
We're for sale in old England
From the back streets to the old lanes
We're for sale in old England
In old England
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