Black Boy On Mopeds lyrics

Marget Thatcher on T.V.
Shocked by the deaths that place in Bejing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same order s are given by her

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

England`s not the mystical land of madame george + 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

Young mother down at smithfield
I am looking for food for her kids
In there arms she hold`s three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was `please`

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

England`s not the mystical land of madame george + roses
It`s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy + thats why I`m leaving
I don`t want him to be aware that there`s
any such thing as grieving.