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?
When all I'm given is pain
While all I'm given is lame
When 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

There's a cancer in their hearts
Metastasize on message boards
Still they're rounding up the young
And polluting all their forts
Burn the churches and the rules
Burn the House of Lords too
Desecrate the cenotaph
Burn the prisons and 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 the mistrust 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 pyre

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Rowland Kelechukwu Okereke