The Few

At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew

Fill their pockets up with calling cards

And paint their faces red white and blue

Then they go out seeking different coloured faces

And anyone else that they can scare

And they salute the foes their fathers fought

By raising their right hands in the air

Oh look how my country's patriots are hunting down below

What do they know of England who only England know

From the stands of the Empire Stadium

Come the heralds of the New Dark Age

With the simplicities of bigotry

And to whom all the world's a stage

These little John Bullshits know that the press

Will glorify their feats

So that the general public fear them

And the authorities say give 'em all seats

And the wasted seed of the bulldog breed

Is shouting here we go

What do they know of England who only England know

Our neighbours shake their heads

And take their valuables inside

While my countrymen piss in the fountains

To express our national pride

And to prove to the world that England

Is just as rotten as she looks

They repeat the lies that caught their eyes

At school in history books

But the wars they think they're fighting

Were all over long ago

What do they know of England who only England know

And the society that spawned them

Just cries out Who's to blame?

And then wraps itself in the Union Jack

And just carries on the same

Oh look out, my country's patriots are hunting down below

What do they know of England who only England know