Everything is turning upside down in this town The crime rate's rising up as employment swoops down Kids can't trust their parents to protect them no more And if you're Black or Irish you just can't trust the law
Winos on the corner with no hope and no plan Kids on five quid drug deals waiting for their man Estates in states of chaos, hatred scrawled on the walls
The men of law and order writhe about on the floor No one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh And the country's on its knees
Old folk freeze to death in flats Where damp streams down the walls Poll tax bailiffs scream unheard in countless council halls
Plans for new development that never cure the mess Benefits that won't be paid unless you've an address And no one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh And the country's on its knees
Our Welfare State's collapsing And no one seems to care As long as money's being made And profits there to share
Buy into a service that belonged to you and me Soon you'll find our country is the UK pic
And no one dream of living Those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box
And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh And the country's on its knees
Down on its knees, down on its knees Someone's used the cosh And the country's down on its knees Down on its knees, down on its kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
