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