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