The Broken English
 

It's about post-colonial anomie, people.


The Broken English

Jumped up little island
Kebabs and chips and rain
A country unsure of its place
Our wealth was based on stealing
Our fame was earnt in blood
And neither are respectable these days

We came from nowhere
To nowhere we return
We came from nowhere
To nowhere we return

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We are the broken English
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We are the broken English
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The only beauty we ever knew
Were riches and spices we took from somebody else
They said the sun never set
Upon those lands of ours
That sun now hides behind the clouds

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We are the broken English
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Broken English
We are the broken English
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