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Little Englander sits back
In the corner of the room
The body count continues
Like sport on Sunday afternoon to you
Twenty inches square
Translates to middle English cries of pain
In Little England
Everything’s in black and white
Everything’s in black and white again
Little Englander put up your flags
Put up your barricades
Relax, enjoy your day
Little Englishman
I think you’re just a boy
Who only wanted to belong
You never quite outgrew your toys
You’re going out to play
Little Englander
Unpack your Union Jack
Save up your lottery tickets
You may get a body bag
We’ll wrap you up and send you back for free
Little Englander put up your flags
Put up your barricades
Relax, enjoy your day
Try not to get excited
Its boy’s on paradise
Some armchair soldier says
Think this if you should die
There’s a corner of a foreign field
That’s always American
Always American
Little England sail away from me
What makes a coward?
What makes a crime?
Who takes the order
To take a life?
Who lives the lie?
Who gives the command?
What does it take to make a man draw a line?
What does it take to make a man draw a line in the sand
And say “enough”
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