Words and music - Pete Morton
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The
last God of England is laughing in your face
Although he's your creation, you make him your Saint He skips around you like the child, making you the slave the last God of England is still chasing me |
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In
every house around here, he's been preaching independence
Who needs the conversation? Who needs human presence? In the comfort of your home, you could live and die alone with the last God of England all around you |
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The
last God of England will kindly be your watchman
He'll make all of your decisions, he knows about your problems He's wired for war with your sophistication the last God of England wants to take it all |
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And
now you've sent out satellites to show me the moon and stars
But you never made a satellite to find out the mess we are You're shying away again from your own reflection the last God of England is proud of you |
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And
now you've found a master, something you can touch and see
The striving's over, it's comfort from now on No need for change, no need for salvation the last God of England adores you |
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And
if he ever lets you down, where will you run to?
You gave him your throne and now he's going to control you You're grasping out your hands again, more than you've done before and the last God of England will kill you |
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