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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?

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Why Are We Still In Ireland? / Chumbawamba

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