Aztec Camera - Good Morning Britain Lyrics
Words and music by roddy frameJocks got a vote in parochiaTen long years and hes still got herPaying tax and and doing stirWorry about it later.And the wind blows hot and the wind blows coldBut it blows us good so weve been toldMusics food til the art-biz foldsLet them all eat culture.Chorus:The past is steeped in shame,But tomorrows fair game,For a life thats fit for livingGood morning britain.Twenty years and a loaded gunFunerals, fear and the war aint wonPaddys just a figure of funIt lightens up the danger.And a corporal sneers at a catholic boyAnd he eyes his gun like a rich mans toyHes killing more than celtic joyDeath is not a stranger.Taffys times gonna come one dayIts a loud sweet voice and it wont give wayA house is not a holidayYour sons are leaving home neil.In the hills and the valleys and far awayYou can hear the song of democracyThe echo of eternityWith a rak-a-rak-a feel.ChorusFrom the tyne to where to the thames does flowMy english brothers and sisters knowIts not a case of where you goIts race and creed and colour.From the police cell to the deep dark graveOn the undergrounds just a stop awayDont be too black, dont be too gayJust get a little duller.But in this green and pleasant land,Where I make my home, I make my standMake it cool just to be a man,A uniforms a traitor.Love is internationalAnd if you stand or if you fall,Just let them know you gave your all,Worry about it later.Chorus
