Brexit Songtext
von Pee Bee

Take my sceptre, dial
Set in a silver sea
Filled to overflowing
With a hungry discontent
Go that extra mile
For a nice strong cup of tea

Take my sceptre, dial
Taste her misery
Line of inmates stretching
Out beside the thin park wall
Some things cannot be cured
By a nice strong cup of tea

The empire is still owing
We never paid the rent
The past is overflowing
We are waiting for the fall
Fall!


What are we living for?
To win the pardon on the second floor

Oh my country, right or wrong
Grinding out the same old song
The bell will toll, the crowd will throng
The path is cracked, the road too long

Oh my country, shambles, shame
One more cross another rich man′s game
Point the finger, lay the blame
Hide behind the empty frame
Frame

The empire is still owing
We never paid the rent
The past is overflowing
We are waiting for the fall


Take my sceptre, dial
Taste her misery
Line of inmates stretching
Out beside the thin park wall
Some things cannot be cured
By a nice strong cup of tea