I will fight them on the beaches
with a belly full of fear
A lobster skin tattooed and
It's fight, not flight, my right to offend
Too confused I cannot see
Which feeds us scraps of hope
While others wait to hang the rope
God, I'd like there to be one
Jerusalem upon our shores
Beaches with a belly full of beer
The floor is lava and it's
I'd rather fight than run
to a new place in the sun
A paradise lost, but maybe we never won
So confused which way to turn
to all the broken to learn
The irony of being alive in
Britannia was just a bad joke
Let me swim away over the sea,
The great white hope can set me free
Here we go, here we go, here we go
I find them on the beaches
with a belly full of beer
I won't bite, I'm on the beach
It's with a belly full of beer
Lots of skids tattooed and
It's fight not flight, my right to offend,
Too confused I cannot see
Which feeds the scraps of hope while
others wait to hang the rope
