Letra de My england de Lady Sovereign
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Letra de MY ENGLAND de LADY SOVEREIGN.
( Lady Sovereign )
"My England"
It ain´t about the tea and biscuits, I´m one of those English misfits,
I don´t drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk alot of slang in my lyrics,
These goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers,
Polics carry guns not truncheons, make your on assumptions,
London ain´t all crumpets and trumpets, it´s one big slum pit.
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
No I don´t watch the Antiques Roadshow, I´d rather listen Run the Road,
And smoke someone´s fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English council apartment,
We don´t all wear bowler hats and hire servants,
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements,
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down,
This my London that I call my home town,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
Big up Oliver Twist, lettingus know the nitty gritty of what London really is,
It ain´t all pretty, deal with the realness, it´s all gritty, deal with the realness,
Ohh the changing of the Queen´s guard, that´s nothing for me to come out of the house form
Tra la la, I´d rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah
We ain´t all Briget Jones clones, who say pardon me,
More like gwanin mate, You get me...
Now i can select a few, paper people like to reject all my views,
Well I´m letting you know the news and
well, this is the straight up truth,
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
It ain´t about the tea and biscuits, I´m one of those English misfits,
I don´t drink tea I drink spirits, and I talk alot of slang in my lyrics,
These goes a horse, horses for courses, nah more like corpses on corners,
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers,
Polics carry guns not truncheons, make your on assumptions,
London ain´t all crumpets and trumpets, it´s one big slum pit.
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
No I don´t watch the Antiques Roadshow, I´d rather listen Run the Road,
And smoke someone´s fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in an English council apartment,
We don´t all wear bowler hats and hire servants,
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements,
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down,
This my London that I call my home town,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
Big up Oliver Twist, lettingus know the nitty gritty of what London really is,
It ain´t all pretty, deal with the realness, it´s all gritty, deal with the realness,
Ohh the changing of the Queen´s guard, that´s nothing for me to come out of the house form
Tra la la, I´d rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah
We ain´t all Briget Jones clones, who say pardon me,
More like gwanin mate, You get me...
Now i can select a few, paper people like to reject all my views,
Well I´m letting you know the news and
well, this is the straight up truth,
[Chorus]
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
We ain´t all posh like the queen, we ain´t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everytwhere,
This is the picture I painted my low down, This my London that I call my home twon,
It´s where I´m living and this is my low down,
This is my England I´m letting you know now,
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