The London Riots - Medals

Right then, there's this thing I want to share
Cities look best from the sea or the air
It means your arriving, or it means your leaving
I need to feel foreign soil under my feet
It's a pretty neat feeling, yeah it feels pretty neat
'Cos I'm arriving and I'm not leaving

Oh my friend we've seen this shit before, you want the medals but you don't want the war
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?
Oh my friend we've seen your type before, you want the glory but you don't want the gore
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?

A bar in Africa 20 years before, train carriage, we walk through the door
But no one's smiling and no-one's laughing
A wallet dipped, he's coming back for more
The crunch of skulls, he falls to the floor
Now we're fighting, it's last man standing

Oh my friend we've seen this shit before, you want the medals but you don't want the war
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?
Oh my friend we've seen your type before, you want the glory but you don't want the gore
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?

A moment's sunlight fading on the grass, Alpha Omega, the first and the last
Do you think it was worth it? Yeah, it's always worth it

Oh my friend we've seen this shit before, you want the medals but you don't want the war
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?
Oh my friend we've seen your type before, you want the glory but you don't want the gore
Have you no pride? Have you no pride?

Written by:
Andrew Phelan

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