"Insubordinate Ingerland" lyrics

This is a train to Manchester Airport. The next stop will be Manchester Airport, where this train terminates.

Vape me a new revolution
In a cloud of flavoured smoke
'Cause we're occupied with ethanol
Gimme factory false hope

So hang us out to dry
'Cause the working-class hero is just a lie
Breathe in the desolation

Tell me, are you thinking
Or are you drinking?

I'm England till I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
So stop your dreamin' and drink your pint
Long live the grey eclipse
Grave Britain has gone to bits
Complicitly comply
I don't mind, I'm England till I die

Constant conceited confusion
I just don't know where I stand
In Insubordinate Ingerland
See hypocrisy first-hand

Oh, I'd kiss you to death
In the land of all the skint and unimpressed
Breathe in the desolation

Are you even thinking?
What are you drinking?

I'm England till I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
So stop your dreamin' and drink your pint
Long live the grey eclipse
Grave Britain has gone to bits
Complicitly comply
I don't mind, I'm England till I die

Listen right, it's a social commentary, calm down
But it's kinda true
You know I'm right

Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough
Five bags deep just to show you're proper tough
Lookin' kinda bleak down the Salford corner shop
Cuppa tea, bourgeoisie, mushy pea (England)

"God Save the King"
Douse me in kerosene
"God Save the King"
Douse me in kerosene

I'm England till I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It's social suicide
I don't mind, I'm England till I die