The British Disease lyrics

With the world on its knees
And the British diseased
I'll stumble forward
I will offer my hand
My intentions are grand
Bring your firearms on board
We will give you more

No promise broken
Will be forgotten
(I guarantee)

Now the cynical few
Rise above me and you
From street to seashore
Do we get what we're due
Can I take my cue
From those still adored?
Yeah we will give more

No promise broken
Will be forgotten
No blind devotion
No lie forgiven
( Oh I guarantee)