Goes like this: EGD on verses the first two lines anyway
I adore a confrontation, I should be ashamed.
A carnival of complication, everyone's to blame.
We can see the rocket's red glare, pipebombs bursting in the air.
As we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight.
Singing born of this nation of white bread foundation
We're taping a king beaten off his crown.
My country, tis of thee, sweet land of irony.
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down.