Blood On My Hands by King Blues
Blood On My Hands lyrics
�You�re listening to the sound of The King Blues
The conscious rude boy ska from London town
So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around. Hey.�
The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests,
For years you've been telling me I�m trouble making scum, now I can be the best.
Well, if you love England with all your heart, she'll take you to the grave.
If I can truly be the best then I'll never be your slave.
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won�t have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy.
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won�t have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy.
Everyday the same, all of them-ah newspapers they read,
I see them pushing racism and difference of creed.
They try to claim that they are fightin� for God.
Re-write all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood.
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won�t have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy.
But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me.
No, I won�t have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy.
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