For your sake I did it We can blame it on young lies With both arms receive it As love makes our escape Oh, children of England Your emollient is running into the soul and The kiss of a crackhead is greater Than the obsequious behaviour of your politicians Oh, so secret doubts of womankind Double screaming (screaming, screaming) Double screaming (double screaming) ♪ Ooh, there's something in the air I've seen it crawl out through the ceiling Ooh, she's running, caught up in your own love Ooh, young lies ♪ Oh, children of England Your emollient is running into the soul and The kiss of a crackhead is greater Than the obsequious behaviour of your politicians Oh, so secret doubts of womankind Double screaming (screaming, screaming) Double screaming (double screaming)