Ray Davies - Yours Truly Confused N10 текст песни

Dear sir or madam, I don't 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 footsie shares
But people they couldn't care less
While parliamentary 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
That's why I remain yours truly confused N10
I close my eyes and lay back and think of England
I dream about the green and pleasant land we knew as England
That throne of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock divided without harmony
That's why I remain yours truly confused N10
The burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street
While Mercs and Porsches double 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 self-esteem
but the dog eat dog society has deemed us all has beens
While our smiling bland spin doctors slyly lead us down the track to a stab in the back
I'm much too terrified to go out at night but the television's boring
They're vandalising all the cars on the street but I won't lay down and take defeat
That's why I remain yours truly confused N10
Thank you, good night