Isles

Economic downturn you can get a job

Apologetic parents you can get a job

Sometimes I'm feeling just like cupid with a bow and arrow

And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallow

In the B-R-I-T-I say british isles

The streets are bleak the kids are running wild

Terror on the pavement panic in the street

Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets

Sometimes I lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic

While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic

It's the B-R-I-T-I say british isles

The streets are bleak the kids are running wild

Terribly bold they try so hard

Never look up to see the stars

In the B-R-I-T-I say british isles

Leeds screaming bristol torn

Belfast and hull forlorn

Oxford dreaming in denial

With all it's gleaming spires

Stoke bleeding glasgow yawns

Dundee and cardiff mourn

York breaking sheffied cries

All fears are multiplied

B-R-I-T-I say british isles

The streets are bleak the kids are running wild

Terribly bold they try so hard

Never look up to see the stars

In the B-R-I-T-I say british isles