Joe Strummer's Grave (Archive Version)

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Cool Britannia on CCTV Your uncle kicked to death but we couldn't quite see him This is the land of the free Your face is on Big Brother it belongs to me Plug in your iPod and sing along with me I saw your daughter gang-fucked on MTV It's the middle of the night and not a policeman in sight Get your knives out baby, come on let's fight Cool Britannia, Jesus saves Rupert Murdoch rules the waves Richard Branson doesn't shave And Joe Strummer's lying in his grave Identikit market shit, every place is full of it The supermarket's stocking it, the government is flogging it You can't help but buy it, go on try it There's no sense in anyone trying to deny it There's no doors on this car, you can't get out No winders on the windows noone'll hear you shout No matter how many times you've gone up the water spout The rain'll come along and wash you out Cool Britannia, Jesus saves Rupert Murdoch rules the waves Richard Branson doesn't shave And Joe Strummer's molding in his grave In this land filled with hate The shopping centers open late And everyone's working on the cheap Listening out for that cell phone beep I ain't no child of the Thatcher generation That uptight bitch was our ruination I ain't got time for the thoughts of Marx This is where the revolution starts Cool Britannia, Jesus saves Rupert Murdoch rules the waves Richard Branson doesn't shave And Joe Strummer's spinning in his grave Every little house has got two TVs Watching starving children on the BBC And mummy's working late she's got two jobs And her little darling's turning into a foul-mouthed yob Sitting on the tube wearing dizzy headphones No matter where you turn to you'll never be alone In every supermarket, you'll hear the musak drone The Top of the Pops for you disco clones Cool Britannia, Jesus saves Rupert Murdoch rules the waves Richard Branson doesn't shave And Joe Strummer's laughing in his grave