You Gave Me My Birth

Then You Made Me Pay

What Is It Worth

Cast Me Away

You've Really Done It Now

Dying In My Arms

You Stand Here With Nothing

But You've Still Got English Charm



Oh England, You're My Home

My Heart's Heart

Crashing Thunder Of Love

You're A Place Of The Poor

Open Wound

The Lost Rites Of Love



You Cut Your Own Throat

Then You Let It Bleed

Misleading Your People

From What They All Need

Roots Forgotten

That's What We All Say

But What Does It Matter

You're The USA



Why Is It England

I Feel Like Rubbish On Your Streets

Why Is It When I Care

If Feel Incomplete

Why Does Our Future Seem

Such A Feat

When Will Our Consciousness

Finally Meet



Oh, Whatever Happened To

My Green And Pleasant Land