Please forgive me King confessor In the arms and the heads Where we drink ourselves to death Pious and gullible Kings and queens and kings again House of York, house of sin Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori Stones and slate State and heads of state Lines on a map With a face like a thunderclap Grin rictus, young man Sense of duty, and a plan Well it must count for something Well it must count for something Yeah right If you could only See the crowd Would you walk straight at them Talk right through them If you could only Hear them shout This is not my national anthem This is not my national anthem What these people need Is a little reminder That we're all uninvited guests That we're all uninvited guests At someone else's wedding If you could only See the crowd Would you walk right at them Talk straight through them If you could only Hear them shout This is not my national anthem This is not my national anthem This is not my national anthem This is not my national anthem