Blood On My Hands

"You're listening to the sound of The King Blues
The conscious rude boy ska from London town
So get up off your seat for the baddest sound around. Hey."

The job centre is handing out bullet proof vests
For years you've been telling me I'm trouble making scum, now I can be the best
Well, if you love England with all your heart, she'll take you to the grave
If I can truly be the best then I'll never be your slave

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy

Everyday the same, all of them-ah newspapers they read
I see them pushing racism and difference of creed
They try to claim that they are fightin' for God
Re-write all them school books saying that oil is thicker then blood

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the sake of the economy

But I won't give my life away
To a government that oppressed me
No, I won't have blood on my hands
For the state of the economy