House of York

Please forgive me
 King confessor
 In the arms and the heads
 Where we drink ourselves to death
 Pious and gullible
 Kings and queens and kings again
 House of York, house of sin
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 Dulce et decorum est
 Pro patria mori
 Stones and slate
 State and heads of state
 Lines on a map
 With a face like a thunderclap
 Grin rictus, young man
 Sense of duty, and a plan
 Well it must count for something
 Well it must count for something
 Yeah right
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 If you could only
 See the crowd
 Would you walk straight at them
 Talk right through them
 If you could only
 Hear them shout
 This is not my national anthem
 This is not my national anthem
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 What these people need
 Is a little reminder
 That we're all uninvited guests
 That we're all uninvited guests
 At someone else's wedding
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 If you could only
 See the crowd
 Would you walk right at them
 Talk straight through them
 If you could only
 Hear them shout
 This is not my national anthem
 This is not my national anthem
 This is not my national anthem
 This is not my national anthem