England My Home

The Levellers

You gave me my birth
Then you made me pay 
What is it worth 
Cast me away 
You've really done it now 
Dying in my arms 
You stand here with nothing 
But you've still got english charm 

Oh England, you're my home 
My heart's heart 
Crashing thunder of love 
You're a place of the poor 
Open wound 
The lost rites of love 

You cut your own throat 
Then you let it bleed 
Misleading your people 
From what they all need 
Roots forgotten 
That's what we all say 
But what does it matter 
You're the USA 

Why is it England 
I feel like rubbish on your streets 
Why is it when I care 
If feel incomplete 
Why does our future seem 
Such a feat 
When will our consciousness 
Finally meet 

Oh, whatever happened to 
My green and pleasant land