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When England was the whore of the world

Margaret was her madam

And the future looked as bright and as clear

As the black tarmacadam

Well I hope that you sleep well at night

Don't be haunted by every last detail

'Cos when you held the lovely face in your hand

All you thought of was betrayal

Well I bet you thought that you let the rot in

But she told me it felt like violence

And you'll never know as much of her as I've forgotten

And when you speak your mind that there is silence

Well I hope that you sleep well at night

Don't be haunted by every last detail

'Cos when you held the lovely face in your hand

All you thought of was betrayal

And how you alone deserved the best

All you thought of was betrayal

Because of all your selfishness

Now Margaret is the whore in this world

And England pays her money

For turning the land of tripe and onions

Into the land of milk and honey

Well I hope that you sleep well at night

Don't be haunted by every last detail

'Cos when you held the lovely face in your hand

All you thought of was betrayal

'Cos when you held the lovely face in your hand

All you thought of was betrayal

'Cos when you held the lovely face in your hand

All you thought of was betrayal