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  • Текст песни Chumbawamba - Why Are We Still In Ireland?



    Our settlers calling our kingdom great
    Our banners raised on high
    Baptized with the tide of history
    That won't lie down and die
    Words from our own good book to help us get by
    The sacrifice of our daily bread
    The hallowed be our domain
    For ever and ever the powers use their glory
    To chain our minds again
    Our lads growing into our men
    The unicorn stands triumphant
    But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
    The lion was crowned king of this land
    That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
    This history of the winning side written on every page
    It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not wanting to see
    That most of us are born losers in the great society
    Fed on a diet of how grand things used to be
    An empire, two world wars, and Wimbly '66
    But a Gordon Banks save couldn't save our ship
    We were sinking like a brick
    Till we were washed ashore in the South Atlantic
    The unicorn stands triumphant
    But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
    The lion was crowned king of this land
    That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
    This history of the winning side written on every page
    And how can we as a people be so blind
    To taking so much but to close our minds
    To be so afraid of stepping over the line
    To bury our heads in the sands of time
    To champion those who take our everything
    And pretend that none of this is happening
    To turn away and stop wondering how things could be any different
    Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes' needs
    With the reason that if we got sod all
    Then at least we're white and free
    Hiding behind hand-me-down bigotry
    A nation of jurors judging others by the color of a book
    That was written for us on our behalf
    'Cause we can't be bothered to look
    Beyond the headlines written verbatim by government crooks
    And tell me when is a lie not a lie?
    When it's told by someone who owns the truth
    And when is a joke not a joke?
    When the punchline is the Union Jackboot
    When is a war not a war?
    When those who started it know it can't be won
    And when is a country not a country?
    When it's partitioned and ruled by British guns
    England, oh England, I'll never sing your praise
    For all the blood you shed in long-gone days
    You still can't put your mind to changing your ways
    And while Britain's first and virtually its last
    Remaining colony is fighting with its very life
    To bring this monster to its knees
    We can't see the wood through the trees who the monster is
    And how could we as a people be so blind
    To taking so much but to close our minds
    To be so afraid of stepping over the line
    To bury our heads in the sands of time
    To champion those who take our everything
    And then pretend that none of this is happening
    To turn away and stop wondering how things could be so different
    The unicorn stands triumphant
    But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
    The lion was crowned king of this land
    That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
    Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?
    Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?