Who says there has to be a beach to wear a bathing suit?
I would lie on pebbles lavishly but London's pebbles are dirt,
And I will paint with knives and guns to ensure that my art is incorrect,
I will sleep on sheets of satin and eat my cigarettes

England has nothing more to offer me
Everything that I adore came well before 1984

We are on a single island, I hope you see,
And beyond our lonely country there is only the Atlantic Sea,
So I will burn a fire in Westminster using the door of Downing Street,
And when Tony rushes out complaining of a draft, I'll let him warm his feet

England has nothing more to offer me
Everything that I adore came well before 1984

So Goodbye, I wish you all well
But I can no longer thrive in England,
For I think that it is hell.

So Goodbye, I wish you all well
But I can no longer thrive in England,
For I think that it is hell.

This country has nothing more to offer me
Everything that I adore came well before 1984

Everything that I adore came well before 1984

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Writer(s): Alfie Ambrose, Cathal Kerrigan, Edward Leeson, Michael Larkin