In house, payed off,
All this privatized, Fore ones gain,
Percentages high to surprise
The change of the tide.
I watch the streets of England bleed,
The rain to wash my sins from me,
The sun to set a rule of power
To the rise of you and I.
In linking two parties sunk
The gateways to equal demise,
As we bleed our streets dry,
As puppets lead my cries.
I watch the streets of England bleed,
The rain to wash my sins from me,
The sun to set a rule of power
To the rise of you and I.
I watch the streets of England bleed,
The rain to wash my sins from me,
The sun to set a rule of power
On the rise of you and I.