I've got a viewpoint I can’t put across and it’s up for discussion
And then this feeling appears, it's an irrational fear of nothing
It's been a decade in hiding, it feels like I need to be hunted
Now the ground is too frozen I can’t get it through to be buried
No more parades
No more parades
No more disease
I’ve got a taste in my mouth for what it felt like way back in the old days
I’ve got a thought in my head making me wish it was more like the old days
If I’m the one who’s to blame, it’s coz it’s not like it was in the old days
So take me back, give me walls, make me feel like it's more like the old days
Don’t have to hide anymore, I can say what I please and be famous
I’ll continue to lie and continue to spread it as wisdom
I’ll find myself repeat, I’ll find myself repeating, I’ll attack and play the victim
I’ll find myself repeat, I’ll find myself repeating, I’ll deflect and play the victim
No more parades
No more parades, no more disease in England
No more parades, no more disease in England
No more parades, no more disease