killing joke
my love of this land
The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head In the light of every dream, we're all coming home Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land Memories of gentlemen and cricket fade away in the hot summer But still they carry out traditions of the past without a meaning In the light of every dream, we're all coming home Lazy days and summer haze, my love of this land New towns and concrete towerblocks, inhuman as they stand And did those feel in ancient times, or was it just our imaginations? In the light of every dream, we're all coming home.