First play for Real Britannia!
First chance to hear a track from the brand new album 'Real Britannia' !
See the promo video for 'God's Gift'
We feel the need before we come to the dance
We come in peace, we fall to pieces
We smash and grab and then we smoke some fags and leave
Our call to arms is largely disregarded
'Tis the season for high treason
And in the midst of all the hype we still believed
I'm Don Quixote in a fetching onesie
Turning tables, burning stables
I'm down amongst the dossers, king of all I see
Oh feel the need, feel the burn as I bleed
My one desire, to fan the flames of me
Me, and nothing else but me
God's gift, a high plains drifter comes to town
He brings a saintly sickness and we all fall down
High five, we stand in line and we praise his frame
Lockjaw, our throats are sore so we scream his name
As I stride this lonely stage
Bleeding from my swollen rage
This queasy crown, we all fall down
I can't do this alone