Half Decent - Broken Britain (Music Video) HD
www.halfdecentmusic.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/halfdecentmusic Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/halfdecentmusic Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Halfdecentmusic Filmed by @Refinedtv https://twitter.com/refined_tv https://www.instagram.com/refinedtv/ Song: Half Decent - Broken Britain Produced By: Floyd Dae Additional Production By: Half Decent Bass By: Lee Christian Additional Vocals By: Nadine Fisher Mastering By Umair Chaudry from Trojan Horse Recordings Written, Mixed and Performed By Half Decent For Bookings and Enquiries Contact: info@halfdecentmusic.com Out Now On Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Bandcamp and All Other Great Streaming Services Lyrics Chorus No one picks the name their given, Were only taught what has been written, We just take what we are given, And spend our days in broken Britain, Verse 1 I was born in a place with so much pride, Three Lions on a shirt we never want to hide, We wanna be a nation with our heads held high, So much so that were willing to die, For St. Georges flag and the union jack, And people who celebrate fraud through tax Day by day I pray I don’t break my back, But I’m never going to pray to a priest, who’s known for raping lads, So many people just act insane, Running on the streets, intent to cause pain, And there’s children that play in the city I stay, And more often then not a bullet gets in their way, Life has gone before it even came, And our money is spent before it’s made, These conditions are arrayed in a serious way, In an intricate chain where livings displayed This poppy on my shirt shows a symbol of pain, Of the people we remember but don’t know their names, Land of the free, home of the brave, Giving lives away We Should all be ashamed It’s a sinister day when we add to the graves, And cant give our pay to the sick and depraved, I only get paid the minimum wage, So All I can say is it’s the rhythm of rain To many problems not enough solutions, Not enough options, We have no recruitment Our futures in the hands of the youngest students, Who see most homeless as a hungry nuisance, Who love this union and Function as humans, With so much exclusion and Mental the pollution There’s too much confusion the Drugs were Abusing The tutors are shooting the country is Losing Verse 2 My friends got a PHD but can’t find a job, So there’s know one to help us when attacked by yobs, Now that the places in jails are cut, The man who stabbed me could be out in a month, It’s hard to handle problems in the city I roam, The only thing that calms me is the music in my headphones, Try to hold on loosely but never letting go When really I know were all just Killing ourselves slow, Children are learning from the role model villains, But Nobody’s earning from fictitious wishes, Were all just working tryina make a shilling Survival of the poor man trying to make a million Take two of these is the remedy for everything You can be happy or at least pretend to be, This ki