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your english - the rebel (uk) lyrics

[intro]
make or break summer special
heartbreak, the sun sn*tcher, the girl who couldn’t go
she stuffed her face while i starved
i tried so hard to keep you safe
lottery, mind you, 1,730,000 pounds
with 19,500 in prizes
so juice my next cup:
my boyfriend robbed his granny’s grave just to save his soul
nee*naw, look, he was how [?]
laugh so hard, allergy alert
what’s making us sensitive to modern life this summer?

[verse 1]
everything is certain for you english
you’re certainly a bunch of certain pr*cks
certain that your house can never fall down
because it is made of bricks
certain that you will win euro 96
certain that james anderson will take a lot of wickets

[chorus]
you’re english
you’re english

[verse 2]
victimize the weak, blame deviation on the strange
give guns to the police and drive the blacks insane
home, home on the range!
1495 and 1999
are psychological lies
bullsh*t from the whites that are f*cking with your mind
sh*tting on your life, toying with your wife
[chorus]
you stupid f*cking sh*tes, you’re english
you’re quick on your wits
but you’re thick and full of sh*t
you’re english

[verse 3]
in england, we are driven against our good desires
driven to become a race of f*cking liars
“i left my pass indoors, i didn’t know it had expired
i found it on the floor, are you calling me a liar?”
insecurity and wealth, greediness and fear
no, i cannot share, i don’t have any more
listen to the way we speak:
“oh, my, yes, you’ll know at the end of the week, shall we?”
i don’t know, but i used to know, i used to know
i moved ’cause i’m an educated man, recently 86’d
[?] west w 19, one o’clock in the afternoon, 4604
the posture of your sports teams exemplifies your tendency
to cover up your weakness with hysterical defense strategies
“we will definitely win, we cannot lose!”
but god doesn’t let us all win, someone has to lose

[chorus]
you’re quick on your wits
but you’re thick and full of sh*t
you’re english
bob the builder!
[verse 4]
you’re very sharp with the wise remarks, laughing at my specs
but i worry for your horrible wife when you have s*x
you have red, thick necks, you don’t read many books
you have horrible, badly cut keks, you shoot bitter, angry looks
you f*cking english poofs, you’re f*cking full of sh*t
you cannot name a spade for fear you will offend it
stop feeling guilty, stop feeling insecure
be fragile, warm and gentle * roses like manure
roses like manure

- the rebel uk lyrics

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