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Everything is certain for you English
You're certainly a bunch of certain pricks
Certain that your house will never fall down
Because it is made of bricks
Certain that you will win Euro 96'
Certain that James Anderson will take a lot of wickets
You're English
Victimise the weak, blame deviation on the strange
Give guns to the police and drive the blacks insane
Home, home on the range!
1495 and 1999 are psychological lies
Bullshit from the whites,
That are fucking with your mind
Toying with your life
Cheating on your wife
You stupid fucking shites
You're English
You're quick on your wits but you're thick and full of shit
You're English
In England we are driven against our good desires
Driven to become a race of fucking liars
"I left my purse indoors"
"I didn't know it had expired"
"I found it on the floor"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
Insecurity and wealth, greediness and fear
"No, I cannot share"
"I don't have any more"
The posture of your sports teams
Exemplifies your tendency
To cover up your weakness
With hysterical defence strategies
"We will definitely win, we cannot lose!"
But God doesn't let us all win
Someone has to lose
You're quick on your wits but you're thick, full of shit
You're English
Bob the Builder!
You're very sharp with the wise remarks
Laughing at my specs
But I worry for your horrible wife when you have sex
You have red, thick necks
You have not read many books
You have badly cut ...
You shoot bitter angry looks
You fucking English pubs
You're fucking full of shit
You cannot name a spade
For ...
Stop feeling guilty
Stop feeling insecure
Be fragile, warm and gentle
Roses like manure!