Текст песни: The Beautiful South - Have You Ever Been Away








(Heaton/Rotheray)
Your `fight them on the beaches` speeches make me despair
`Cause if there`s one thing we can guarantee is you will not he there
Tidying your room, making up your bed
And if your diary`s full that week you`ll send us lot instead

Send us lot instead, put a poppy by my lovers bed
We believe you when you say you`ve hurt your back

Have you ever been away
Where were you when we took Calais?
You don `t know, you don`t care
You `re just glad that you wasn`t there
Have you ever been away

I`m afraid your Rule Britannia mania doesn`t ring so true
If I was captain of the waves I`d turn the gun on you
Any last requests before you join dead?
I`ll crap into your Union Jack and wrap it round your head

Wrap it round your head, take a look at all the blood we`ve shed
We`ll believe you when you say it was worth it

Liberate the streets of Europe, give our kids a chance
Give them Beaujolais by tap and cheap day trips to France
But you have never seen or smelt this ungodly death
It`s like the stench of roasted lamb upon your father`s breath

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(Heaton/Rotheray)
Your `fight them on the beaches` speeches make me despair
`Cause if there`s one thing we can guarantee is you will not he there
Tidying your room, making up your bed
And if your diary`s full that week you`ll send us lot instead

Send us lot instead, put a poppy by my lovers bed
We believe you when you say you`ve hurt your back

Have you ever been away
Where were you when we took Calais?
You don `t know, you don`t care
You `re just glad that you wasn`t there
Have you ever been away

I`m afraid your Rule Britannia mania doesn`t ring so true
If I was captain of the waves I`d turn the gun on you
Any last requests before you join dead?
I`ll crap into your Union Jack and wrap it round your head

Wrap it round your head, take a look at all the blood we`ve shed
We`ll believe you when you say it was worth it

Liberate the streets of Europe, give our kids a chance
Give them Beaujolais by tap and cheap day trips to France
But you have never seen or smelt this ungodly death
It`s like the stench of roasted lamb upon your father`s breath

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