Lune Industrial Estate #5: This Is England

Scheduled a long-overdue walk back down New Quay Road as part of my grand day off work. This derelict factory caught my eye, and why not have a bit of The Clash to go with it?

I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle, somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
And this is how we feel

Time on his hands, freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot; they beat him by the pole
Some sunny day, confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, so far he can't go home

This is England
What I'm supposed to die for
This is England
I'm never gonna cry no more

Black shadow of the Vincent falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time
A South Atlantic wind blows ice from a dying creed
I see no glory, and when will we be free?

This is England
We can chain you to the rails
This is England
We can kill you in our jails

Them British boots go kick 'em get 'em in the head
Police sit watchin', the newspapers then read
"Death to protest", strikes to the eye like a flame
Out came the batons and the British woman say

This is England
Land of illegal dances
This is England
Land of a thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
And this is how we feel