Black Boys On Mopeds Lyrics

Margret Thatcher on t.v.
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Bejing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I've said this before now
You said I was childish and you'll say it now
I remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such as grieving

Young mother down at Smith field
Sam looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was 'please'

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
'Remember what I told you
if you were of the world they would love you'

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving