Lyrics:
A little old church in England tumbled down
A little old-fashioned church in London town
A pile of mortar and brick appears
Where it had
A little old church in England tumbled down
A little old-fashioned church in London town
A pile of mortar and brick appears
Where it had
is fine for today
There's a church in Old Yorkshire where the archbishop's buried
If it weren't for money or the Church of England then it's where we'd
And don't call on him to save you
From your social graces
And the sins you used to waive, you used to waive
The bloody church of England
In chains
And don't call on Him to save you
From your social graces
And the sins you used waive
You used to waive
The bloody Church of England
In chains
And don't call on Him to save you
From your social graces
And the sins you used waive
You used to waive
The bloody Church of England
In chains
In Newfoundland my father's family lived on coastal seas
Sent forth by Church of England to spread the ministry
Dear Mr. Hawkins excuse my hand
the settlement of the Church of England, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in England? And will you preserve
institutions fundamental to the British system of Government are under attack
the public schools, the house of Lords, the Church of England, the holy
Charles V sacked Rome
But who needs the pope in the Church of England
When you can be your own pope from home
So you go to 1533
And you find yourself Anne
institutions fundamental to the British system of Government are under attack
the public schools, the house of Lords, the Church of England, the holy
Take on the side that hates you more
Half to death
Half to death
Half to death
Happiness
Come face to face
With the Church of England Brigade
Take on the side that hates you more
Half to death
Half to death
Half to death
Happiness
Come face to face
With the Church of England Brigade
meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Would you meet me?
In the Church of St. John
Down by Avalon
Holy Magnet
Give you attraction
Then my dad got me this amazing work placement at court
And you'll never guess who I met
Tall, large, Henry the Eighth
Supreme head of the Church
that didn't work out
So I decided to have a break from boys
And you'll never guess who I met
Tall, large, Henry VIII
Supreme head of the Church
pound and pence
Their armies and their treasuries are
frighteningly immense
Bow down to he - Henry number eight
You cannot flee - England's head
Beheaded
I'm that Boleyn girl
And I'm up next
See, I broke England from the Church
Yeah, I'm that sexy
Why did I lose my head?
Well, my sleeves may
Did you write the hook
Yeah I keep changing the words though
So it's getting real
Uh, Nato
Touch down in the heart beat of New England
Right along
up
And then they
Knock 'em down
To put up another
Brick England
Evening
Creeps beyond the terraced walls
Up the church steeples
lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,
He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;
Rose of England, sweet and fair,
during the war, and visitors can see where Churchill and his staff worked, slept, and strategized during the war.
The Catacombs of St. Pancras Old Church
There's a couple sunbathing on a freshly mown lawn in England
It's a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles
The local
one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells
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