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come esser l’Anti Cristo in piena inquisizione I capelli? Sono british Le collane? Troppo british Dite hello a inizio video Mamma mia che british Niente
Tension rising a hot summers night On the British streets the time was right Get taste of your own medicine From the people you look at with disdain
Skins out, it's a minor Loose t's flip flops on my feet yeah yeah Ohhh got no worries British summer time yeahh, ain't got nothing to loose
I got bad habits These bitches wanna see what's in my hat Ha have it Ha have it British and intelligent The white rabbit British and intelligent
London sound I'm too fucking British, British Too fucking British Trench coat o Barbour Tea con biscuits Hunter boots e Baileys Living in the blue dream
never see you fair ladies again We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike
Verse 1 They called us walking corpses Unholy living dead They had to lock us up Put us in their British hell Verse 2 Make sure your face is clean
say he rose again, more say he rose Again, And joined the British army. Feed the pigs and milk the cow, milk the cow, milk the cow, Feed the pigs
and Michael Devine Along with Charles Breslin Oh Lord, to them be kind What they got was British justice It's plain for all to see Orders straight from
khaki suit And when we go on night patrol We hold each other's hands We are the British Army and we're Here to take your land My good friend Bertie,
they beat the british at the battle of Ilsawanda. British had muskets and artillery, But all the zulu had were their ilkwa and their shields called
he rose again, more say he rose again And joined the British army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, milk the cow, milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk
urine stains off garden gates and chip shop walls There’s a girl whose name I can’t remember beside me And she snores My Great British Sunday is here
of Parliament are a must-see for anyone interested in British politics and history. The Houses of Parliament are open to the public for tours, which offer
british way with pride and faultless grace I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live And I'll always find my way back, always
(It sounds like Nyge) I got Columbiana girls and I got British I ain't finished, Swedish, Dutch and Finnish All of my girlsdem winnin' Come
caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin There wasn't quite as many as there was a hour ago
the British disease The inbred snobbery The patriot law Violence and robbery The state declares war The youth of today with a broken voice Have got
The street that was a part of the British monarchy British monarchy Who wants cafgans and all that We don't need them now Why should we accept
Soldier soldier He american soldier Soldier soldier soldier He british soldier Quelle est la mère qui t’a laissé partir Un beau matin plantée sur le
shoulder the blame [Chorus: x2] I'm a British subject, not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame As a nation we're following blindly
zones, We got white van man, and British pork, And some people so thick they can't even talk. Nothing ever really happens around here [x3] Just smoking,
hold a note like da guy who said da British is comin' Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's thanksgiving And non
I'll pat them on the head And send them off to bed Ah! Lordly is the life I lead! A British nanny must be a gen'ral! The future empire lies within
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