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My England (Clean Version)

Lady Sovereign
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It ain't about tea and biscuits I'm one of those English misfits I don't drink tea, I drink spirits And I talk a lot of slag in my lyrics Dead horse or horse, horses for horses Now more like corpses on corners And stuff that Shibboleth terriers and late night crawlers Police carry guns, not truncheons Make your own assumptions London ain't all crumpets and trumpets It's one big slump, bitch We ain't all posh like the Queen We ain't all squeaky clean Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all squeaky clean We ain't all posh like the Queen Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted, my lowdown This is my London, I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my lowdown This is my England, I'm letting you know now I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow I'd rather listen to Run the Roads And smoke someone's fresh homegrown And not get bloated on a plate of scones (Cricket balls through canes) Nah, PS2 all the way in an English council apartment No, we don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants More like 24-hour surveillance and Dodging shit on the pavement We ain't all posh like the Queen We ain't all squeaky clean Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all squeaky clean We ain't all posh like the Queen Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted, my lowdown This is my London, I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my lowdown This is my England, I'm letting you know now Big up Oliver Twist Showing us the nitty gritty of what London really is Ain't no pretty, deal with the realness It's so gritty, deal with the realness Ooh, the changing of the Queen's Guard It's nothing for me to march out my house for Tra-la-la, I'd rather sit on my arse And have a glass of Chardonnay Nah, we ain't no Bridget Jones clones that say "Pardon me" More like "What's gwaning, mate?" You get me? Now I could select a few Peppy little pews You like to reject all my views Well, I'm letting you know the news And well, this is the straight up truth We ain't all posh like the Queen We ain't all squeaky clean Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all squeaky clean We ain't all posh like the Queen Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all posh like the Queen We ain't all squeaky clean Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere We ain't all squeaky clean We ain't all posh like the Queen Now do the Tony Blair Throw your hands in the air now everywhere This is the picture I painted, my lowdown This is my London, I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my lowdown This is my England, I'm letting you know now This is the picture I painted, my lowdown This is my London, I call my hometown It's where I'm living and this is my lowdown This is my England, I'm letting you know now