19.Something About England
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Of the respected gentlemen
They say it would be wine an' roses
If England were for Englishmen again
I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man whose time would not erode
When the night was snapped by sirens those blue lights circled
past
The dance hall called for an' ambulance the bars all closed up
fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling while roaming the single room
I thought the old man could help me if he could explain the
gloom
You really think it all new, you really think about it too
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you a thing or
two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war but not the sorrow afterwards
With my father dead and my mother ran off
My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead
The hunger strike came marching south
At the garden party not a word was said
The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailed with battle orders written
red
In five long years of bullets and shells left ten million dead
The few returned to old Piccadilly we limped around Leicester
Square
The world was busy rebuilding itself the architects could not
care
How could we know when I was young all the changes that were to
come
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
Through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace, England never
closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is up but remember all the tales I tell
The memories that you have dredged up are on letters forwarded
from hell
The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked out in the bed sits
Old England was all alone
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