"The Kingdom" lyrics

"The Kingdom"

In The Kingdom we reside
Are corners in which heathens dwell
Great fields where the cash is sewn
Fortunes reaped and profits grown
And have you heard of county lines?
Transport and spread, transport and spread
And no concern for what's in store
Detest denounce dethrone deplore

And 10-4 are check in times
Please wipe your feet before enter
Your obedience is much acknowledged
Which like session man at music college
Some of you'll get patriotic
And reminisce of times that were
And cries of mighty empire follow
It's all propaganda stale and hollow

The Kingdom, The Kingdom
The Kingdom, The Kingdog

Before we'd even convalesced
Right arms chased heaven
Silent heroes of a post brawl time
Just like planet- undermined
And hero culture's rife as rain
Old man drags around his yard
To cheers and claps and thoughts and prayers
We'll spunk to this for many years
We'll spunk to this for many years

The Kingdom, The Kingdom
The Kingdom, The Kingdom

Television's metaphysical
All fucking, dating, cooking, baking
And people pushed to purgatory
By sponges sodden vehemently

Significance of art negated
But hold dear and cuddle up to works
That pick apart and mock the road
This shipwreck surely sails towards
As if would ever assemble boards
Or denounce advertisement boards
Just ain't the way that us lot roll
Yes, hesitance will take its toll

The Kingdom, The Kingdom
The Kingdom
Who knows what will become of-
The Kingdom
The Kingdom, King-king-king-kingdom
The Kingdom
The Kingdom, The Kingdom
I hold the keys unto The Kingdom


Writer(s): Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, William Alan King, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, Poppy Jacqueline Richler
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