I feel battered and bruised
Too much sad news on my radio each morning.
Shut out, the world with a snooze button
Gotta be certain, I close my curtains.
Coping is not a word
That I'd use much to describe this population.
So fearful of the gunman round the corner
And now we're half expecting the next plane to crash into our liberty.

So why don't you just face your fears? (Don't be scared)
Why are you so scared when hope is here? (Don't be afraid)
Oah woah, don't you even let the thought enter into your head
It is all in control, in control.

Broken, dazed and confused
We're sent reeling through this political correctness.
A minefield too busy making progress
Greedy men are watching you, they're trying to abuse us.
Focus a moment if you will
On the madness of Britain in confusion.
A culture so deeply lacking truth
We need new life, we need new hope, we need new love if we're to come through this alive.

So why don't you just face your fears? (Don't be scared)
Why are you so scared when hope is here? (Don't be afraid)
Oah woah, don't you even let the thought enter into your head
It is all in control, in control.

Coping is not a word
That I'd use much to describe this population.
So fearful of the gunman round the corner
And now we're half expecting the next plane to crash into our liberty.

So why don't you just face your fears? (Don't be scared)
Why are you so scared when hope is here? (Don't be afraid)
Oah woah, don't you even let the thought enter into your head

It is all in control, in control x2 or 3.