'And this one will be England'
God said, and he was pleased.
'They'll drink and smoke
And smoke and fight,
Their lives will be a breeze'.
'They can celebrate their brains
By drinking them away,
Drink to the good,
Drink to the bad,
And on my conscience they will stay'
Now they're going down,
Back to the drawing board
And now they're going down
Like they said they never would.
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