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Betrayal
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
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
