Good Morning Britain Lyrics - Aztec Camera

Jock's got a vote in parochial 

Ten long years and he's still got her 

Paying tax and and doing stir 

Worry about it later 

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold 

But it blows us good so we've been told 

Music's food 'til the art-biz folds 

Let them all eat culture 

The past is steeped in shame 

But tomorrow's fair game 

For a life that's fit for living 

Good morning Britain 

Twenty years and a loaded gun 

Funerals, fear and the war ain't won 

Paddy's just a figure of fun 

It lightens up the danger 

Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy 

And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy 

He's killing more than Celtic joy 

Death is not a stranger 

And Taffy's time's gonna come one day 

It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way 

A house is not a holiday 

Your sons are leaving home, Neil 

In the hills and the valleys and far away 

You can hear the song of democracy 

The echo of eternity 

With a rak-a-rak-a feel 

The past is steeped in shame 

But tomorrow's fair game 

For a life that's fit for living 

Good morning Britain 

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow 

My English brothers and sisters know 

It's not a case of where you go 

It's race and creed and color 

From the police cell to the deep dark grave 

On the underground's just a stop away 

Don't be too black, don't be too gay 

Just get a little duller 

But in this green and pleasant land 

Where I make my home, I make my stand 

Make it cool just to be a man 

A uniform's a traitor 

Love is international 

And if you stand or if you fall 

Just let them know you gave your all 

Worry about it later 

The past is steeped in shame 

But tomorrow's fair game 

For a life that's fit for living 

Good morning Britain 

The past is steeped in shame 

But tomorrow's fair game 

For a life that's fit for living 

Good morning Britain