The Clash

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  I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm
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  Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
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  On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
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  Her voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

Chorus 1:
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  This is England, this knife of Sheffield steel
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  This is England, and this is how we feel

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  Time on his hands, the freezing mohawk strolls

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  He won't go for the carrot, they beat him by the pole
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  Some sunny day, confronted by his soul
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  He's out at sea, so far he can't go home

Chorus 2:
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  This is England, that I'm supposed to die for
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  This is England, we're never gonna cry no more

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  Black shadow of the Vincent falls on a Triumph line
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  I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time
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  A South Atlantic wind blows ice from a dying creed
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  I see no glory, when will we be free

Chorus 3:
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  This is England, we can chain you to the rail
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  This is England, we can kill you in a jail

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  Big British boots go kick Bengali in the head
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  Police sit watchin', a newspapers been read
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  Who dares to protest, after the attacker fled
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  Out came the batons and the British warn their selves

Chorus 4:
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  This is England, land of illegal dances
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  This is England, land of one thousand stances

Chorus 1:
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  This is England, this knife of Sheffield steel
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  This is England, and this is how we feel
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  This is England
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  This is England