My England
    (专辑: Public Warning - 2006)
    
    It ain't about the 
tea and biscuits, I'm one of those English misfits,  I 
don't drink tea I 
drink spirits, and I 
talk alot of slang in my lyrics,  These goes a 
horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,  And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers,  Polics carry guns not truncheons, make your on assumptions,  London ain't all crumpets and trumpets, it's one big slum pit.   [Chorus]  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  This is the 
picture I 
painted my low down, This my London that I 
call my home twon,  It's where I'm living and this is my low down,  This is my England I'm letting you know now,   No I 
don't watch the 
Antiques Roadshow, I'd rather listen Run the 
Road,  And smoke someone's fresh homegrown,  And not get bloated on a 
plate of scones,  Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the 
way, in an English council apartment,  We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants,  More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements,   [Chorus]  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  This is the 
picture I 
painted my low down,  This my London that I 
call my home town,  It's where I'm living and this is my low down,  This is my England I'm letting you know now,   Big up Oliver Twist, lettingus know the 
nitty gritty of what London really is,  It ain't all pretty, deal with the 
realness, it's all gritty, deal with the 
realness,  Ohh the 
changing of the 
Queen's guard, that's nothing for me to come out of the 
house form  Tra la la, I'd rather sit on my arse,  And have a 
glass of Chardonnay, nah  We ain't all Briget Jones clones, who say pardon me,  More like gwanin mate, You get me...  Now i 
can select a 
few, paper people like to reject all my views,  Well I'm letting you know the 
news and  well, this is the 
straight up truth,   [Chorus]  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  We ain't all posh like the 
queen, we ain't all squeaky clean,  Now do the 
Tony Blair, throw your hands in the 
air now everytwhere,  This is the 
picture I 
painted my low down, This my London that I 
call my home twon,  It's where I'm living and this is my low down,  This is my England I'm letting you know now,