2.Blood On My Hands
Lyricist:Jonathan Fox, Charlie Wilson
You're listening to the sound of The King Blues
The conscious rude boy ska from London town
So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around, hey
The job center is handing out bullet proof vests
For years you've been telling me I'm trouble making scum
Now I can be the best
Well, if you love England with all your heart
She'll take you to the grave
If I can truly be the best then I'll never be your slave
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy
Everyday the same, all of them, ah, newspapers they read
I see them pushing racism and difference of creed
They try to claim that they are fightin' for God
Re write all them school books saying that oil is thicker then
blood
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy
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