Good Morning Britain Intro E x 4 Verse Jocks got a vote in parochia Ten long years and he's still got her Paying tax and doing stir Worry about it later And the wind blows hard and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told Music's food 'till the art biz folds Let them all eat culture Chorus The past is steeped in shame But tomorrows fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning Britain Verse Twenty years and a loaded gun Funerals fear and the war ain't won Paddy's still a figure of fun It lightens up the danger And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy He's killing more than Celtic joy Death is not a stranger Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's loud sweet voice but it won't give way A house is not a holiday Your son's are leaving home Neil In the hills and the valleys and far away You can hear the song of democracy The echo of eternity With a rak - a - rak - a feel Chorus The past is steeped in shame But tomorrows fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning Britain Instrumental link Verse From the Tyne to where the Thames does flow My English brothers and sisters know It's not case of where you go It's race and creed and colour From the police cell to the deep dark grave On the underground's just a stop away Don't be too black, don't be too gay Just get a little duller But in this green and pleasant land Where I make my home I'll make my stand Make it cool just to be a man A uniform's a traitor Love is international And if you stand or if you fall Just let them know you gave your all Worry about it later Chorus The past is steeped in shame But tomorrows fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning Britain The past is steeped in shame But tomorrows fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning Britain From 1990, this is one of my favorite songs. It took me ages to figure out. enjoy. Watch out for the key change at the start of the 2nd verse. Taff