I was raised on Queen and Country
Everytime somebody fly's the flag
You can fly the flag in the Albert Hall
You're lower than a rattlesnakes arse
Some people stand up for socialism
Some people stand up for capitalism
Some people stand up for patriotism
The last refuge of a scoundrel
I was raised to trust in God
The Church and England too
First they sing Jerusalem
Then they beat the crap out of you
What happens when you stick your flag
They dream up rules the Law Lords
To keep you in your place
But when They choose to go to war
In the Name of God they ask you
The choice is join the Army
The choice is rot in jail