This Place
These houses look so small and sad I wouldn’t want to live here The weather is so bloody bad I wouldn’t want to live here These people have such narrow minds I wouldn’t want to be them They live such little lives I wouldn’t want to be them The fear of those that are not their own I don’t know what possesses them Lives led with such a small horizon I don’t know what possesses them Crumble down the once great pillars of state Crumble down You can’t survive without care Think I’m going out of my mind This country lives in past glories No hope for the future The dim and dumb are safe and proud unaware they’ve been taken A land long run by spivs and shysters Into the ground Crumbled into the ground