Cold Years – Britain is Dead Lyrics

Come load up on hate
Put it straight in my veins
The end of everything as we know it
Monuments will fall
Good riddance to all
The past is dead, spit at it

Buried heads in the sand
From the same land
No compassion but such a martyr
Maybe I’m just damned
To live in demand
Of the grip I have around her

Cos I’ve been wandering round this blacked out rock throwing sticks and stones
Watching the violence burn behind closed windows
(Maybe there’s an easy way out)
You never know what goes on behind those doors
Everything has changed and this is the end

Boil the blood in our heads
Take offence
But don’t take anything you can’t replace
Tear up the past
Throw it in the trash
Where it belongs to rot in hell

Maybe I’m dead
Maybe misread
Death is X-rated and so is the truth
Come ahead
Bring your friends
Bring guns bring drugs because Britain is dead

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