This Is England (The Clash)

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold, it matched the weapon in her palm This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel Time on his hands, the freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot, they beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more Black shadow of the Vincent, falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed I see no glory, when will we be free This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail Hey, British boots go kick them and got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' the newspapers been read Who cares to protest here, to the eye like a flare Out came the batons and the British warned themselves This is England The land of illegal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England