Lyrics:
Britannica

Sleepless nights by candlelight I'm sick of sneaking 'round A kiss is a kiss but this is fake I spend all my time trying to stay awake But if I'm dreaming

Sleepless nights by candlelight I'm sick of sneaking round A kiss is a kiss but this is fake I spend all my time trying to stay awake But if I'm dreaming

Baby Britain feels the best Floating over a sea of vodka Separated from the rest Fights problems with bigger problems Sees the ocean fall and rise Counts

Once upon a slime I thought you royalty I would never have questioned your loyalty Don't act so surprised, saw through your disguise But with friends

A prisoner of my paradox Heaven or hell Pacing up and down my cage Too soon to tell What a suffocating state to be Working class heroes Mean nothing to

We all learn from our failures I never thought I could fall this far - So far from you With no desire to look back I'll embrace this forever Divorcing

B.C People a?? Xavier Rudd Oh the mountains are breathing As the breeze hits the side Oh so now thanks for the green peace Oh my friend lets rip it down

My, my, the time do fly When it's in another pair of hands And a loser I will be For I've never been a winner in my life I got used to stressing pain

From the once so Great Britain, a warrior came to us. He brought us Blood & Honour, The man that we all trust. Ian Stuart has now fallen, but his music