Road blocks and fire
Barb wire upon barb wire
This is not your country Armoured cars, corrugated scars
Grafitti 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 am scared Old news
All's well
BBC scum You've got more than the dead
So zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth