Good Morning Britain
Aztec Camera Lyrics

Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Jock has the right to vote in Parochia

Ten long years and he's still got her
Jock has been living with her for ten years

Paying tax and and doing stir
Jock is paying his taxes and serving jail time

Worry about it later.
Jock will deal with the consequences of his actions later

And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
The weather can be unpredictable

But it blows us good so we've been told
Despite the unpredictability of the weather, it is said to be beneficial

Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Music sustains us until the art industry no longer exists

Let them all eat culture.
Everyone should have access to and appreciate culture

The past is steeped in shame,
The past is full of regrettable events

But tomorrow's fair game,
The future is open to all possibilities

For a life that's fit for living
For a life worth experiencing

Good morning Britain.
A greeting to Britain

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Someone has lived with a loaded gun for twenty years

Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
The person has experienced funerals, fear, and an ongoing war

Paddy's just a figure of fun
Paddy is seen as a mere comedic character

It lightens up the danger.
The portrayal of Paddy makes the danger seem less serious

And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
A corporal mocks a boy for being catholic

And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
The corporal sees his gun as a luxury item

He's killing more than celtic joy
The corporal's actions have more consequences than just reducing celtic joy

Death is not a stranger.
Death is a common occurrence

Taffy's time's gonna come one day
Taffy will have their time to shine eventually

It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
Taffy's voice is strong and persistent

A house is not a holiday
Having a house does not equate to a vacation or escape from problems

Your sons are leaving home Neil.
Neil's sons are moving out of their childhood home

In the hills and the valleys and far away
In various locations, near and far

You can hear the song of democracy
The melody of democracy can be heard

The echo of eternity
The long-lasting impact of democracy

With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.
In a joyful and upbeat rhythm

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
From Newcastle to London

My English brothers and sisters know
Fellow English people are aware

It's not a case of where you go
It doesn't matter where you go

It's race and creed and colour.
What matters is your race, beliefs, and skin color

From the police cell to the deep dark grave
From being jailed to dying

On the underground's just a stop away
The distance between these two events is not far

Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Don't stand out too much if you're black or gay

Just get a little duller.
Blend in and be less unique

But in this green and pleasant land,
Despite everything, England is still a beautiful place

Where I make my home, I make my stand
Where I live is where I fight for what I believe in

Make it cool just to be a man,
Being a man is cool

A uniform's a traitor.
Joining the military or police force is betraying one's own identity

Love is international
Love is universal

And if you stand or if you fall,
Regardless of success or failure

Just let them know you gave your all,
Make sure others know you did your best

Worry about it later.
Don't stress about the consequences, deal with them later

Chorus
The repeated chorus of the song