| Song | This Is England |
| Artist | The Clash |
| Album | The Essential Clash |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rhodes, Strummer | |
| I hear a gang fire 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 | |
| This is how we feel | |
| Time on his hands, the 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, too far off, he can't go home | |
| This is England | |
| What we're supposed to die for | |
| This is England | |
| And we're 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 | |
| South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed | |
| I see no glory, when will we be free | |
| This is England | |
| We can chain you to the rail | |
| This is England | |
| We can kill you in a jail | |
| Hey, British boots go kick them and got 'em in the head | |
| Police ain't watchin' the newspapers been read | |
| Who cares to protest here, to the eye like a flare | |
| Out came the batons and the | |
| British warned themselves | |
| This is England | |
| The land of illegal dances | |
| This is England | |
| Land of a thousand stances | |
| This is England | |
| This knife of | |
| Sheffield steel | |
| This is England | |
| This is how we feel | |
| This is England | |
| This is England |
| zuo ci : Rhodes, Strummer | |
| I hear a gang fire 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 | |
| This is how we feel | |
| Time on his hands, the 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, too far off, he can' t go home | |
| This is England | |
| What we' re supposed to die for | |
| This is England | |
| And we' re 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 | |
| South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed | |
| I see no glory, when will we be free | |
| This is England | |
| We can chain you to the rail | |
| This is England | |
| We can kill you in a jail | |
| Hey, British boots go kick them and got ' em in the head | |
| Police ain' t watchin' the newspapers been read | |
| Who cares to protest here, to the eye like a flare | |
| Out came the batons and the | |
| British warned themselves | |
| This is England | |
| The land of illegal dances | |
| This is England | |
| Land of a thousand stances | |
| This is England | |
| This knife of | |
| Sheffield steel | |
| This is England | |
| This is how we feel | |
| This is England | |
| This is England |
| zuò cí : Rhodes, Strummer | |
| I hear a gang fire 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 | |
| This is how we feel | |
| Time on his hands, the 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, too far off, he can' t go home | |
| This is England | |
| What we' re supposed to die for | |
| This is England | |
| And we' re 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 | |
| South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed | |
| I see no glory, when will we be free | |
| This is England | |
| We can chain you to the rail | |
| This is England | |
| We can kill you in a jail | |
| Hey, British boots go kick them and got ' em in the head | |
| Police ain' t watchin' the newspapers been read | |
| Who cares to protest here, to the eye like a flare | |
| Out came the batons and the | |
| British warned themselves | |
| This is England | |
| The land of illegal dances | |
| This is England | |
| Land of a thousand stances | |
| This is England | |
| This knife of | |
| Sheffield steel | |
| This is England | |
| This is how we feel | |
| This is England | |
| This is England |