ترانه:
Queen God Save The Queen

down on me The light of the world is fading to black And the absence of people who care Is bringing me down, bringing me down God save the queen Dear

bullets in their breech Screaming sirens fills the air Then turn off noweher there coppers everywhere Behind closed curtains Terror stares God saved the queen

queen God saves God save the queen 'Cos tourists are money And our figurehead Is not what she seems Oh, God save history God save your mad parade Oh, Lord, God

Fucking cunt (repeats) Dirty bastard (repeats) Dirty fucker (repeats) God save the queen (repeats) No future (repeats)

our Queen, God save God save the Queen 'Cos tourists are money And our figurehead Is not what she seems God save history God save me my pride Oh Lord, God

queen God saves. God save the Queen 'cos tourists are money and our figurehead is not what it seems. Oh God save history, God save your mad parade, Oh Lord God

bullets in their breech Screaming sirens fills the air Then turn off noweher there coppers everywhere Behind closed curtains Terror stares God saved the queen

on me The light of the world is fading to black And the absence of people who care Is bringing me down, bringing me down CHORUS God save the queen Dear

ترجمه: سیاه زخم. خدا ملکه را حفظ کند.