Garden of England

I've got a viewpoint I can't put across and it's up for discussion And then this feeling appears, it's an irrational fear of nothing It's been a decade in hiding, it feels like I need to be hunted Now the ground is too frozen I can't get it through to be buried No more parades No more parades No more disease I've got a taste in my mouth for what it felt like way back in the old days I've got a thought in my head making me wish it was more like the old days If I'm the one who's to blame, it's 'cause it's not like it was in the old days So take me back, give me walls, make me feel like it's more like the old days Ah! Don't have to hide anymore, I can say what I please and be famous And I'll continue to lie and continue to spread it as wisdom I'll find myself repeat, I'll find myself repeating and I'll attack and play the victim I'll find myself repeat, I'll find myself repeating, I'll deflect and play the victim No more parades No more parades, no more disease in England No more parades, no more disease in England No more parades, no more disease, ah!