Well isn't he so good
With the little ones
Portrait of a priest
And the past can't be undone
Well the embers fall down, down down
Your headline, surely spinning
Well all the tabloid chatter can't save you
Well, Britannia's for the sinking
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Well take this hand and cut it dry
For I cannot find the blocks where you reside
The guillotine must surely collapse
And your head will roll till the day is out
Well don't you feel proud
To wear George and his cross
But your chaperone is hanging, oh hanging
Yeah! I'm barely hanging on
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
The roots are rotten to the core
I think the tree is bound to fall
Burn the bits and the bastard dust
Let's rock this country down to rust
In god we trust
Gasping for the Heir Video (MV)
Performed By: The Parasocials
Language: English
Length: 4:08
Written by: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
The Parasocials - Gasping for the Heir Lyrics
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English
Well isn't he so good
With the little ones
Portrait of a priest
And the past can't be undone
Well the embers fall down, down down
Your headline, surely spinning
Well all the tabloid chatter can't save you
Well, Britannia's for the sinking
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Well take this hand and cut it dry
For I cannot find the blocks where you reside
The guillotine must surely collapse
And your head will roll till the day is out
Well don't you feel proud
To wear George and his cross
But your chaperone is hanging, oh hanging
Yeah! I'm barely hanging on
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
The roots are rotten to the core
I think the tree is bound to fall
Burn the bits and the bastard dust
Let's rock this country down to rust
In god we trust
With the little ones
Portrait of a priest
And the past can't be undone
Well the embers fall down, down down
Your headline, surely spinning
Well all the tabloid chatter can't save you
Well, Britannia's for the sinking
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Well take this hand and cut it dry
For I cannot find the blocks where you reside
The guillotine must surely collapse
And your head will roll till the day is out
Well don't you feel proud
To wear George and his cross
But your chaperone is hanging, oh hanging
Yeah! I'm barely hanging on
He's on his knees
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
Gasping for the heir
The roots are rotten to the core
I think the tree is bound to fall
Burn the bits and the bastard dust
Let's rock this country down to rust
In god we trust
Writer: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid