They F U Up

Do you think you're constantly sad because it always rains
Or because your council flat is shoddy and stained
Or 'cause you lost the Empire?
Do you think the copper feels bad that he shot'em?
In the colonial soup up in Tottenham
Boys are lighting street fires
Do you ever wake up and ask where your hairline's gone
Or when your face got so pallid a drawn
You can't remember, can ya?
Do you every walk the grounds of the cemetery
And wish it had turned out differently
You're a joke, Britannia

When will you learn we can't get rid
Of all of the things our parents did to us?

When you walked home from school, the rain kept falling
When your mother sent you out, the rain kept falling
When your father packed his bag, the rain kept falling
When you sang to block the shouts, the rain kept falling
Like it would never end

Do you ever wish you were a member of the Rolling Stones
Off on tour with wife and kids at home
Shagging American groupies?
Do you ever wonder if Pakistan and India
Really ever wanted or needed ya?
At least you got a few rupees
Do you ever wish Elizabeth could outlive death?
'Cause without a queen you'd have nothing left
Just empty gardens
Do you mind your off-white children running around
Fleece hoods up, trousers falling down
Keep your cameras on'em

When will you learn we can't get rid
Of all of the things our parents did to us?

When you walked home from school, the rain kept falling
When your mother sent you out, the rain kept falling
When your father packed his bag, the rain kept falling
When you sang to block the shouts, the rain kept falling
Like it would never end