Текст песни The British Disease

With the world on its knees
And the British diseased
I'll stumble forward
I will offer my hand
My intensions are grand
Bring your firearms on board
We will give you more

No promise broken
Will be forgotten
I guarantee

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Rise above me and you
From street to seashore
Do we get what we're due
Can I take my cue
From those still adored?
We will give more

No promise broken
Will be forgotten
No blind devotion
No lies forgiven
I guarantee