"The British Disease" गीत

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

Now the cynical few
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