England England England

Bobby Bastard And The Bootboys From Borstal Bootboys From Borstal - (Album) "England England England" - (Lyrics) Distant chant, low and deep Boots on concrete, march to the beat Whistle cuts the morning air We are the many, we are the rare Down the tunnel, out the gate Turnstile clicks, it's getting late Pint of bitter, hot and thick Scarf tied tight, a bloody brick Streetlights flicker, cobbles shine Every step, a battle line Chant begins in one man's throat Soon the whole stand gets the note England England England! Boots on the floor, voices raw England England England! We sing till our throats are sore England England England! One heartbeat, a thousand strong England England England! This is where we belong Anthem plays, a flag unfurled Eleven men to take the world Ninety minutes, blood and sweat Every tackle, a bet we've met The Kop end roars, the away end cries We paint the town in England's skies No surrender, no retreat We sing until the final beat England England England! Boots on the floor, voices raw England England England! We sing till our throats are sore England England England! One heartbeat, a thousand strong England England England! This is where we belong England! England! England! England! Who are we? ENGLAND! Who are we? ENGLAND! One voice now, the stand replies We are the roar that never dies England! England! England! England! ENGLAND ENGLAND ENGLAND! Boots on the floor, voices raw ENGLAND ENGLAND ENGLAND! We sing till our throats are sore ENGLAND ENGLAND ENGLAND! One heartbeat, a thousand strong ENGLAND ENGLAND ENGLAND! This is where we belong! ENGLAND Bobby Bastard And The Blackwater Blue's Explosion. Available on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/4QKTS... Play Loud & Enjoy.