There's blood on the rails
And the engine fails
And a foul wind blows through Britannia's sails
It's a hundred year storm
And there's a media swarm
All whipped up by men in uniform
What is the cause?
Of funding these wars
When children are sleeping on hospital floors
And the poor and diseased
Are down on their knees
We should be blaming the banks not the refugees
As we wait in the harbour
For the storm to bow
Even the thickest of armour
Won't save us now
As we stand here abandoned
In a world gone wrong
When the ship goes down
And the band play on
This little universe
Where fear is a curse
And if you close your borders you just make it worse
The whole country's on the brink
We need to go and see a shrink
Who'd take one look and turn to the drink
It's every man for himself
You got to pay for your health
We need a total redistribution of wealth
Now the going's too tough
And the sea's too rough
People are good but they're not good enough
As we wait in the harbour
For the storm to bow
Even the thickest of armour
Won't save us now
As we stand here abandoned
In a world gone wrong
When the ship goes down
And the band play on
When the ship goes down
When the ship goes down
As we wait in the harbour
For the storm to bow
Even the thickest of armour
Won't save us now
As we stand here abandoned
In a world gone wrong
When the ship goes down
And the band play on
When the ship goes down
When the ship goes down
