Left Us To Burn

 

She gathered up the whole collection 
Paid the bailiffs with her purse she did 
Pit ponies and the down beat shelters 
Rolled us up into a ball she did

See her waltzing in her middle aged heels 
See her feet on the blood red ground 
Starts us kindling in the poorest fields and…
 
Left us to burn
Left us to burn

One day ships will never sail from Hendon 
And the big black God is under siege 
For she’s pissed on us a sea of petrol
Flicked a spark into that breeze

See her waltzing in her middle aged heels 
See her feet on the blood red ground 
Starts us kindling in the poorest fields and… 

Left us to burn
She left us to burn

There’s no food without farms, that’s the weasel that she was
Built an ark for her kind, filled with pain and caviar 
While she left us to burn, from her safe and bloody shore
While she left us to burn, being the weasel that she was 

She left us to burn
Left us to burn
 

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