This Green And Pleasant Land Lyrics - Passion - Pendragon

Our country is cobbled lanes of London town 

The valleys of Wales the Devon tides 

Built on hard won freedom honour and pride 

So it's crazy it seems 

We've become helpless like babies again 

Just waiting for someone or something 

To bail us out at the slightest twinge of pain 

My grandad Michael Barrett took shrapnel in the neck 

Uncle Ken was a padre in Burma he returned a living wreck 

Uncle John was a major and was stranded on the shoreline at Dunkirk 

It's beyond my comprehension this kind of sacrifice 

So many gave themselves up 

And in the end so many would fall 

It's not legal to say what I think anymore 

Cos I don't believe in sharia law 

But I can honestly say we've pissed it up the wall 

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Can we please stop all this madness before it's too late 

No one takes responsibility and wants a free life on a plate 

He can close the door switch off the light 

Stick his head deep in the sand 

The death throes of this green and pleasant land 

Is this really where our passion goes? 

Is this really where our energy flows? 

I awoke on Christmas day 

But Christmas is a word you can no longer say 

Is this really where our passion goes? 

Is this really where our energy flows? 

The hospitals are just another business plan 

Like justice and the law of the land 

An old war hero dies of cold alone in his flat 

While Brutish Gas and their shareholders are getting richer getting fat 

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Take only what you need and be on your way 

Is this really where our passion goes? 

Take only what you need and be on your way 

Is this really where our energy flows? 

Take only what you need and be on your way 

Everybody hears but nobody listens 

Empathy oh empathy 

The robot people with robot answers 

Invasion of the bodysnatchers is here finally 

10: 58 Wootton Bassett every tuesday that plane goes right over my head 

Cos I can't get the drugs for cancer of the kidney my life is in the hands of 

Something called Nice how nice 

Is this really where our passion goes? 

Take only what you need and be on your way 

Is this really where our energy flows? 

Take only what you need and be on your way