The Best Country in the World Grace Petrie

[Verse 1]
In my primary school assembly, I sang with folded hands
Of green and pleasant lands where I was made
Now my autumn years approach me, my home's still England's soil
These days how I recoil from the parade

[Pre-Chorus]
As we turn from compassion, leave our fellows out to die
Oh, who will slay the dragon of the me, myself, and I?
I don't know how it happened, and I'll never work out why
We consented for to lie down in this grave
We consented for to lie down in this grave

CHORUS
But I won't sing (Sing), I won't cheer every blunder
As they steer us toward the thundеr with our banners all unfurled
I won't sing (Sing), I won't raise my voicе in wonder
Serenade as we go under, "The best country in the world"

[Verse 2]
Now we're ex-Europeans, oh, how sweet the hard-won freedoms
To turn desperate human beings from our shores without delay
And when school term is over, what's ten thousand odd Land Rovers
Queueing at the cliffs of Dover, but a price we're glad to pay

[Pre-Chorus]
We must keep all for ourselves our empty supermarket shelves
Our overcrowded prison cells, classrooms crumbling to bits
Striking doctors, striking teachers and no railway lines to reach us
We would fight them on the beaches, but the beach is full of shit
But the beach is full of shit