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letra de nostalgia trip - bad breeding

drape yourself in the warmth of red, white and blue
find solace in the legacy of rape, greed and deceit
sponges talk of union and strong identity
but the only common ground i see is bodies in a heap
if you were to wring it now you’d see the blood run thick
imperial slaughter in the name of relief

you can wave your colours, but all i see is farce
pride shines and ties the boot that stops you looking up

drape yourself in the warmth of red, white and blue
wrap yourself blind in their great nostalgia trip
see what you think you’re fighting for has always been for them
blighty’s pliant weapons – an easy means to all their ends
hordes of the wandering lost
in the pits of an organised l-st
after the siege of spectacle
mutilated and disfigured
by storied symbols
the golden age of massacre
and her track-marks of success

fervid stories sell faith in blood and steel
sharpened in ireland and primed for ’03
salvation cloaks the pursuit of money
corporate shadows stalk the framework of a mangled state
it used to be mere foreign bodies burning on a pyre
don’t kid yourself – you’re next – in their pillage for the pound

- bad breeding

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