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Our country is cobbled lanes of London town
The valleys of Wales the Devon tides
Built on hard won freedom honour and pride

So it's crazy it seems
We've become helpless like babies again
Just waiting for someone or something
To bail us out at the slightest twinge of pain

My grandad Michael Barrett took shrapnel in the neck
Uncle Ken was a padre in Burma he returned a living wreck
Uncle John was a major and was stranded on the shoreline at Dunkirk

It's beyond my comprehension this kind of sacrifice
So many gave themselves up
And in the end so many would fall
It's not legal to say what I think anymore
Cos I don't believe in sharia law
But I can honestly say we've pissed it up the wall

Can we please stop all this madness before it's too late
No one takes responsibility and wants a free life on a plate
He can close the door switch off the light
Stick his head deep in the sand
The death throes of this green and pleasant land

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

I awoke on Christmas day
But Christmas is a word you can no longer say

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

The hospitals are just another business plan
Like justice and the law of the land
An old war hero dies of cold alone in his flat
While Brutish Gas and their shareholders are getting richer getting fat

Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way

Everybody hears but nobody listens
Empathy oh empathy
The robot people with robot answers
Invasion of the body snatchers is here finally
10:58 Wootton Bassett every Tuesday that plane goes right over my head
Cos I can't get the drugs for cancer of the kidney my life is in the hands of
Something called Nice how nice

Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way



5. It's Just A Matter Of Not Getting Caught

A drop of rain a sheet of ice,
You float through life, you've been her twice
No broken bones you're on your own
You settle down and make a loving home
You run you're hands through swaying corn,
You know you have to die to be reborn

Are you so beautiful tomorrow?

What goes around comes around,
All the clichés of the world and dumbing down
I know your mind I know your tricks,
Your verbal sound bytes you lying git
The puncture wound the heroin,
Unsettled bills the mortal sin

The trail of slime where you have been,
Did I say the right thing?
You rule by fear truth or dare,
The purest words you've no idea

Will you be so beautiful tomorrow?

No substitute for honest toil,
No antidote for idle hands
In seconds life can turn around,
Depends which way the coin will land

Someone somewhere surely
Must know what's going on
The more I live the less I know,
Are you sure I said the right thing?

You run your hand through swaying corn,
You have to die to be reborn
You raise your eyes to heavens above,
You'll have to come back here
'cause you didn't give... love.