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Hot Milk - Insubordinate Ingerland

Hot Milk
Insubordinate Ingerland

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First things first! This song is performed before a giant George Cross, contains the choral hook ‘I’m England ’til I die’, and a call to ‘come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough’. I suspect that many will miss the point entirely and we’ll be Springsteensplaining for decades to come.

So, I could talk about the rapid alt-rock musicality, the switches between vocals, the big chorus… but I think instead I’ll reinforce the punchy accusations that fill the song to the brim. It speaks of the betrayal of the working class, how we’ve been let down by successive governments, and how they manipulate the masses.

That’s not to say the song is without humour. One thing we’ve always done well in our battle with authority is bring cheeky ungovernable wit.

Cuppa tea, bourgeoisie, mushy pea. England.

The song might be accused of being downbeat, but I offer the suggestion that the situation is downbeat and the song is, in fact, defiant.

Watch Hot Milk – ‘Insubordinate Ingerland’.

Insubordinate Ingerland Lyrics

Vape me a new revolution
In a cloud of flavoured smoke
Coz we’re occupied with ethanol
Gimme factory false hope

So hang us out to dry
Coz the working class
Hero is just a lie
(Breathe in the desolation)

Tell me are you thinking,
Or are you drinking?

I’m England ‘til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It’s social suicide
So stop your dreamin’ and drink your pint
Long live the grey eclipse
Grave Britain has gone to bits
Complicitly comply
I don’t mind, I’m England ‘til I die

Constant conceited confusion,
I just don’t know where I stand
In Insubordinate Ingerland
See hypocrisy first hand

Oh I’d kiss you to death
In the land of all the
Skint and unimpressed
(Breathe in the desolation)

Are you even thinking?
What are you drinking?

I’m England ‘til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It’s social suicide
So stop your dreamin’ and drink your pint.
Long live the grey eclipse
Grave Britain has gone to bits
Complicitly comply
I don’t mind, I’m England ‘til I die

Listen right, it’s a social commentary calm down
But it’s kinda true,
You know I’m right

Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough
Five bags deep just to show you’re proper tough
Lookin’ kinda bleak down the Salford corner shop
Cuppa tea, bourgeoisie, mushy pea

England.

“God Save the King”
Douse me in Kerosene
“God Save the King”
Douse me in Kerosene

I’m England ‘til I die
Born and bred where the love is dead
It’s social suicide
I don’t mind
I’m England ‘til I die

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Steve Fenton writes in our music, words, and culture categories. He was Editor in Chief for The Mag and covered live music for DV8 Magazine and Spill Magazine. He was often found in venues throughout the UK alongside ace-photographer, Mark Holloway. Steve is also a technical writer and programmer and writes gothic fiction. Steve studied Psychology at OSC, and Anarchy in the UK: A History of Punk from 1976-1978 at the University of Reading.
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