Lyrics

With the world on its knees And the British diseased I'll stumble forward I will offer my hand My intentions are grand Bring your firearms on board We will give you more No promise broken Will be forgotten (I guarantee) Now the cynical few Rise above me and you From street to seashore Do we get what we're due Can I take my cue From those still adored? Yeah we will give more No promise broken Will be forgotten No blind devotion No lie forgiven ( Oh I guarantee)