Текст песни Insubordinate Ingerland - Hot Milk

Bake me a new revolution
In a cloud of flavoured smoke
'Cause we're occupied with ethanol
Give me factory false hope
Don't hang us out to dry
'Cause the working class hero is just a lie
Waving the desolation

Tell me, are you thinking
Or are you drinking?

I'm England 'til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
Don't stop your dreaming and drink up high
Long live the grey eclipse
Wraith Britain has gone to bits
Come twistedly comply
I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die

Constantly in confusion
I just don't know where I stand
In its abominating colour
See hypocrisy first hand
Oh, I'll kiss you to death
In a land of all the stench and rot and brass
Waving the desolation

Are you even thinking?
What are you drinking?

I'm England 'til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
Don't stop your dreaming and drink up high
Long live the grey eclipse
Wraith Britain has gone to bits
Come twistedly comply
I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die

Listen, right, it's a social commentary, calm down
But it is kinda true
You know I'm right

Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough
Five bags deep just to show you're proper tough
Looking kinda bleak down the sofa corner shop
Cup of tea, bourgeoisie, mushy pea, England

God save the king
Douse me in kerosene
God save the king
Douse me in kerosene

I'm England 'til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
I don't mind, I'm England 'til I die