Dear Sir or Madam
I dont normally write to the press,
But the neighbourhood where I grew up
Is really quite depressed
Society is crumbling
But the media's obsessed
With boobs, bums, dot com millionaires,
Fame, fashion, ftse shares
But people people, they couldnt care less
While parliamentery yobbos
Shout abuse around the house,
Do-Gooders and reformers
Lead our nation to defeat,
While murderers and terrorists
Get compassionate release
'You're out now',
You're back on the street
Yeah, back on the street
Thats why
I remain
Yours truly
Confused, N10
I close my eyes and lay back
And I think of England
I dream about that green and pleasant land
We knew as England
That throne of kings,
That sceptered isle,
Set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock
Divided without harmony
Thats why
I remain
Yours truly
Confused, N10
The burglars have ransacked
All the houses in the street,
Whilst mercs and porsches douuble-park
With sheer impunity
When towed away the ponces plead
To all and sundry
Referee!
What about me?
So forgive my lack of confidence
And total low-esteem,
But the dog eat dog society
Has deemed us all has-beens
And smiling ______ skinned (?) doctors
Slyly lead us down the track
To a stab in the back
Im much too terrified to go out at night
But the televisions boring
They're vandalising all the cars on the street
But I wont lay down and take defeat
ba-ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba
ba-ba ba ba
Thats why
I remain
Yours truly
Confused, N10