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 

You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

Zip up your mouth 

You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth