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Why Are We Still In Ireland?
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Our settlers calling our kingdom great
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Our banners raised on high
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Baptized with the tide of history
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That won't lie down and die
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Words from our own good book to help us get by
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The sacrifice of our daily bread
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The hallowed be our domain
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For ever and ever the powers use their glory
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To chain our minds again
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Our lads growing into our men
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The unicorn stands triumphant
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But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
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The lion was crowned king of this land
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That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
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This history of the winning side written on every page
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It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not wanting to see
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That most of us are born losers in the great society
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Fed on a diet of how grand things used to be
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An empire, two world wars, and Wimbly '66
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But a Gordon Banks save couldn't save our ship
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We were sinking like a brick
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Till we were washed ashore in the South Atlantic
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The unicorn stands triumphant
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But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
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The lion was crowned king of this land
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That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
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This history of the winning side written on every page
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And how can we as a people be so blind
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To taking so much but to close our minds
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To be so afraid of stepping over the line
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To bury our heads in the sands of time
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To champion those who take our everything
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And pretend that none of this is happening
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To turn away and stop wondering how things could be any different
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Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes' needs
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With the reason that if we got sod all
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Then at least we're white and free
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Hiding behind hand-me-down bigotry
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A nation of jurors judging others by the color of a book
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That was written for us on our behalf
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'Cause we can't be bothered to look
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Beyond the headlines written verbatim by government crooks
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And tell me when is a lie not a lie?
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When it's told by someone who owns the truth
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And when is a joke not a joke?
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When the punchline is the Union Jackboot
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When is a war not a war?
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When those who started it know it can't be won
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And when is a country not a country?
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When it's partitioned and ruled by British guns
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England, oh England, I'll never sing your praise
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For all the blood you shed in long-gone days
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You still can't put your mind to changing your ways
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And while Britain's first and virtually its last
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Remaining colony is fighting with its very life
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To bring this monster to its knees
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We can't see the wood through the trees who the monster is
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And how could we as a people be so blind
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To taking so much but to close our minds
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To be so afraid of stepping over the line
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To bury our heads in the sands of time
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To champion those who take our everything
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And then pretend that none of this is happening
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To turn away and stop wondering how things could be so different
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The unicorn stands triumphant
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But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave
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The lion was crowned king of this land
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That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
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Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?
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Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the master race?
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Why Are We Still In Ireland?
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Chumbawamba |