Calling London - by Matt O'Neill.
What price did you pay for our nation,
When you dealt in political sleaze?
Well the price that you paid has been more than defrayed,
By the oil that you took from our seas.
How long did you think you could hold us?
How long would we play Britain’s whore?
Now we've broken the spell, sounded Liberty’s bell,
We’re the poor man of Europe no more.
The further you travel from London,
The thinner the jam will be spread,
When the border is crossed all the flavour is lost,
With the Highlanders eating dry bread.
When’s the last time you opened the window?
When’s the last time you let in the light?
Your empire is dead, get it into your head,
It went quietly into the night.
Now you’re planning to buy nuclear weapons,
An attempt to impress all your friends?
But the poor have to pay without having a say,
Maybe soon you will reach your world’s end.
You never could learn from your errors,
Never saw past your own urban sprawl,
But with Britain astern, maybe now you will learn,
Greed and ignorance was your downfall.
Now the northern shires of old England,
Look set to down tools and rebel,
How long will it take for their patience to break?
The clock’s ticking but no one can tell.