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