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We miss you And we will always love you Most beautiful Princess Crowned forever our Princess of hearts Our divine lady of the sacred heart Plague and contagion dissolved with your kiss And now the angels jealous of our love Have stolen you Most blessed virgin Never to be queen Even the dogs and the cats lament your death The crows at Ludgate Circus weep The stones in the street cry out for vengeance Blackest night Most awful crime Murdered by the catholic French who covet our English throne Infidels who drag their heathen fingers through your Divine hair Your flawless virgin body mangled in some German car Rise up we beseech you against the foul practice that engulfs the land Rise up against the vile iniquity that usurps the throne of this beloved isle Appear to us now in your blonde armour as you Walk amongst the land mines where petals of flame adorn your shrine Blair has betrayed the true cause of socialism Even now his creatures build a heathen dome at Greenwich Whilst we languish in poverty and dishonour Oh peoples Princess unsheathe the sword of Anarcho syndicalism Oasis are not the Beatles Tilda Swinton blasphemes your sacred name Everywhere our enemies conspire against us Emma Thomson will never play you in the feature film By the award winning Alan Parker The Oxbridge graduates only want to save the planet for their parents And we know that Genesis P.Orridge was a prefect at Winchester Blessed virgin appear to us now in your bridal veil of perpetual fire Deliver the Princes from the tower We will wrap your broken sacred corpse in Bodyform Invisible with the dry weave top sheet Vengeance Vengeance England my Frankenstein Burn Knightsbridge with your flames of love Why must we endure bacon offcuts and fishcakes Whilst they nightly dine on rissotto of wild rice with marinated Sea Bass We cannot speak Latin And yet constantly they force us to try out new stubbling and Dry brush marbling effects on our old furniture Raise your blonde sword against the T.V. MAKEOVER We do not want to be made over Oh Princess deliver unto us the means of production Unleash your cleansing fire against Harrods and Harvey Nichols Where your enemies besport themselves In vile and tainted luxury Even now the homeless are evicted from the Bullring at Waterloo So that they may raise an Imax Cinema Complex Oh villains, oh you villains Do you hope for sanctuary ? The very mansions of Hampstead, Dulwich and Maida Vale will Eject your irredeemable souls For she returns In a blaze of glory Her most Royal Highness Diana Artemis Stamp upon the hearts of the rich and powerful In your handmade calfskin loafers An ocean of flowers spills from her mouth Oh England my Frankenstein The peasants are at the castle door The bolts in my neck The storm clouds are winding The electric air You gave me life Life You gave me life ! |
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