Lyrics:

Calling all the sounds
You out there on the seas
Today is dull and mild
On a stroppy little island of mixed-up people

Did you hear the story?
Of violent behavior
The episodes get sent around
Everyone

Give us sordid details
Tie them on the main sail
The drum and gun of estatedom
Very near

Living in magazines
Not looking for a reason
Why people stand all alone
In the night on the scrubs

Calling other sounds
You out there on the seas
Today is dull and mild
On a stroppy little island of mixed-up people

Some of us find
To give it all your all
Rises up the land
And nothing going to hold you down

Not going to be a victim
Not going to be a victim
Not going to be a victim

Oh, it's alright
Everything jolly
Running up the hill
On a scruffy little island of mixed-up people

Some of us find
To give it all your all
Rises up the land
And nothing going to hold you down