Old England The Waterboys

(Mike Scott)
Man looks up on a yellow sky
And the rain turns to rust in his eye
Rumours of his health are lies
Old England is dying

His clothes are a dirty shade of blue
And his ancient shoes worn through
He steals from me and he lies to you
Old England is dying

Still he sings an empire song
Still he keeps his navy strong
And he sticks his flag where it'll belong
Old England is dying

You're asking what makes me sigh now
What it is makes me shudder so
Well I just freeze in the wind
And I'm numb from the pummelin of the snow
That falls from high in yellow skies
Where the well loved flag of England flies
Where homes are warm and mothers sigh
Where comedians laugh and babies cry
Where criminals are televised politicians
Fraternize
Journalists are dignified and everyone is civilized
And children stare with Heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Old England!