Black Boys On Mopeds letra

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