Good Morning Britain (7" Mix)

Words and music by：roddy frame

Jocks got a vote in parochia

Ten long years and he's still got her

Paying tax and and doing stir

Worry about it later

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold

But it blows us good so we've been told

Musics food 'til the art biz folds

Let them all eat culture

The past is steeped in shame

But tomorrows fair game

For a life that's fit for living

Good morning britain

Twenty years and a loaded gun

Funerals fear and the war ain't won

Paddys just a figure of fun

It lightens up the danger

And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy

And he eyes his gun like a rich mans toy

He's killing more than celtic joy

Death is not a stranger

Taffys times gonna come one day

Its a loud sweet voice and it won't give way

A house is not a holiday

Your sons are leaving home neil

In the hills and the valleys and far away

You can hear the song of democracy

The echo of eternity

With a rak a rak a feel

From the tyne to where to the thames does flow

My english brothers and sisters know

Its not a case of where you go

Its race and creed and colour

From the police cell to the deep dark grave

On the undergrounds just a stop away

Don't be too black don't be too gay

Just get a little duller

But in this green and pleasant land

Where I make my home I make my stand

Make it cool just to be a man

A uniforms a traitor

Love is international

And if you stand or if you fall

Just let them know you gave your all

Worry about it later