Clash - The guns of brixton lyrics

As your servant patronise me

Put my face inside of paintings

Blessed are the royal favourites

Blessed are the royal favourites

A pearl necklace for her majesty

you do not a thing for me,

can't you see your king, that catholic?

Make me a martyr!

Make me a martyr!

Waiting for your king to disown you...

I'm you fat traitor your majesty (majesty)

Waiting for the king to enthrone you

I'm your fat traitor your majesty (majesty)

As your vacant, move inside you

All your spacious things around you

Blessed are the royal favourites

Blessed are the royal favourites

A pearl necklace for her majesty,

you call and we come rushing,

Showered in these gifts and bracelets,

Make me a martyr!,

I'll Die just another

Waiting for your king to disown you...

I'm you fat traitor your majesty (majesty)

Waiting for the king to enthrone you

I'm your fat traitor your majesty (majesty)

(you're nothing when you're alone)