Let England Burn - Kele

There’s a new wave on the way

There’s a new mood on the street

And there’s talk of Armageddon

Under the breasts on page three

And they’re singing shitty songs

About staying in bed all day

While the terraces say «Go home»

Mother, I did what you said

Mother, I tried to be plain

Mother, I tried to fit in

I tried to win at their game, game

But father, what can I say?

While all I’m given is lame

While all I’m given is same, same, same?

See, it’s getting kind of gwily up in here

For a dark skinned boy that doesn’t play by the rules

And it’s getting kind of raw up in here

Got me thinking and hoping and dreaming

While England burns

Let England burn so we can start again, oh

They say cancer in their hearts

Metastasise on message boards

Still they’re ramming up the young

And polluting all their forts

Burn the churches and the rules

Burn the House of Lords too

They say «create the cenotaph»

Burn the prisons in the schools

I don’t believe what they say

There can be no other way

There can be nothing to gain

There can be nothing but hate

I’m like, «Okay none of our children are safe

None of the darkies can play

None of the darkies can stay

It was never for us, it was never our home anyway»

See, it’s getting kind of jank up in here

For our misplaced youth 'dem that like to run their mouth

See, it’s getting kind of moist up in here

Got me stunting and doping and scheming

While England burns

Let England burn

While London burns

As Grenfell burns, can we start again?

Bring my bow of burning gold

Bring me my chariot of fire

The lion killed the unicorn

And threw his carcass on the pile