Good Morning Britain Lyrics by Aztec Camera

Good Morning Britain

Words and music by roddy frame


Jocks 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
Musics food til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

[chorus]
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrows 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
Paddys 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 mans toy
Hes killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffys times gonna come one day
Its 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.

Chorus

From the tyne to where to the thames does flow
My english brothers and sisters know
Its not a case of where you go
Its race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the undergrounds 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 uniforms 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.

Chorus