Antiamericancretin Lyrics

This is my melancholy
My country is a colony
Our once proud nation bowed beneath a baseball bat,
Beneath an ice-cool Cola can

Englishmen! Rise again!
Throw off the yoke of the shake and the Coke!

I walk through each dismal street
Dismayed by time and disease
My eyes once fell upon an English factory
But now the fast-food chains I see

Away shallow USA
Britons will never be slaves!
Cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV
We'll be everything we used to be
Oh, cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV
We'll be everything we used to be