(Verse 1)
We built the roads, we dug the mines,
Paid our dues a thousand times.
Now we’re ghosts in our hometowns,
Pushed aside, run to the ground.
Watched the flags get torn and burned,
While our warnings go unlearned.
Outsiders housed while locals freeze,
Kicked down by our own MPs.
(Chorus)
Second class on native soil,
Fed to wolves while they sip oil.
Backroom deals and polished lies,
Sold us cheap, watched England die.
They call it peace, we call it war —
We're the ones they're fighting for.
Stand or crawl — your call,
But we were never meant to fall!
(Verse 2)
One law for them, another for me,
No say in what this land should be.
Born here, raised here, still we lose,
Silenced if we speak the news.
Bled for crown, broke our backs,
Now we queue at food bank shacks.
Our sons serve, their sons stay,
While we fade further every day.
(Chorus)
Second class on native soil,
Fed to wolves while they sip oil.
Backroom deals and polished lies,
Sold us cheap, watched England die.
No more pride, no fair share,
Just false hope and vacant stares.
Stand or crawl — your call,
But we were never meant to fall!
(Bridge – snarled, slow burn)
We kept the lights on, paid the tolls,
Dug the coal from blackened holes.
They’ve taken all and called it kind —
But left our families left behind.
(Breakdown – stripped back, raw)
Not hateful — just awake,
Tired of giving what they take.
This ain't hate, it's self-defence —
This is home, not some expense.
(Final Chorus – anthemic)
Second class on native soil,
History sold for foreign spoils.
We won’t kneel, we won’t forget,
The England that they called a threat.
Our backs are straight, our fists are tight,
We won't go quiet in the night.
Stand or crawl — your call,
But we were never meant to fall!
