Chevelle - Black Boys On Mopeds lyrics

Margaret Thatcher on TV,

shocked by the destitute place in Beijing,

it seems strange that she should be offended,

the same martyrs are given by her.

I've said this before now,

you said I was childish and you'll say it now

Remember what I told you,

if they hated me, they will hate you.

Well, England's not the mythical land

of Madame George and roses,

it's the home of police who kill

black boys on mopeds

and I love my boy,

and that's why I'm leaving,

I don't want him to be aware

that there's any such thing as grieving.

Young mother down at Smith field,

5 AM, looking for food for her kids,

in her arms she holds three cold babies,

and the first word that they learned were "please".

These are dangerous days,

to say what you feel is to make your own grave

Remember what I told you,

if you were of the world they would love you.

England's not the mythical land

of Madame George and roses,

it's the home of police who kill

black boys on mopeds,

and I love my boy,

and that's why I'm leaving,

I don't want him to be aware

that there's any such thing as grieving, so.