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 bodysnatchers 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