Little Englander

We think we're important We are, we're a car, we're a shell When you hit that city road You sure give them hell Are you sure he's showing off? Or are you showing us yourself? Little Englander, Little Englander In your search to be a star You became the prick you are Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Judge me go on, it amuses me As you pickle through your tirade You prattle on to the point of a laugh Your Hieronymus Bosch-like soul Betrays who you really are Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Let me smash the plastic face of my country Let me smash the plastic face of my country My country, my lovely country