Road blocks and fire Barbwire upon barbwire This is not your country
Armoured cars, corrugated scars Graffiti scrawls: "This is not your country"
"Home sweet fortress" "Gunshot" - "We hate your kind" "Get back!" "This is not your country"
I need some air And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned Born and raised But this is not MY country
We're old news All's well Say BBC scum One child shot, but so what?
Laid my son In a box, three feet long And I still don't know why
A short walk home becomes a run And I'm scared In my own country
We're old news All's well Say BBC scum Everybody's under control Of our surveillance globes
We're old news All's well And thirty years could be a thousand And this Peugeot ad Spins round in my head
British soldier pointing a gun And I'm only trying to post a letter A short walk home becomes a run And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I'm scared
Old news All's well BBC scum You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth Zip up your mouth...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
