Declan McKenna delivers a potent critique of British foreign policy and military intervention. The lyrics juxtapose the nation's portrayal of itself as a moral authority against its involvement in conflicts like the one in Yemen. Phrases such as "Great Britain won't stand for felons" are laced with irony, highlighting the hypocrisy of condemning criminal acts while engaging in destructive warfare. The recurring mention of "Great British bombs" underscores the dissonance between national pride and violent actions abroad. McKenna also touches on societal complacency, suggesting that public awareness does not translate into meaningful change. The song ultimately calls out the superficiality of patriotic narratives used to justify harmful policies 🌍. #AntiWar #PoliticalCritique
British Bombs
Lyrics
Great snakes, are we movin' already?
Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you?
We're talking 'bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
'Cause it's a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's good what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Why does it seem
A fever dream for all?
The call you made to me
You said I'll feel
One day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we'll remember the dead so they know that we're sorry
But then carry on
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
How could it be the money? It's the vote that matters to me
You say you're hungry, but you won't eat the caraway seed
Doesn't matter in the wreckage, what should you say?
Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it's on the table, but it's no good
Can't you hear? All our worries for fear, carry on
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
It's a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it's a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it's not a fucking war crime
It's a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country's been at war since birth now
And if it's not a fucking outrage, what's it all about then?
Now, it's one on one
Great Britain's gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun'
Great acting, it's great what you tell 'em
Great Britain won't stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Writer(s): Declan McKenna
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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