This Island
cut off as it is
from
Mainland Europe
has become tribal,

rivalry abounds in
the villages and towns
and
safety is in short supply.

This me or why not me
will be the death of me
because
we're all being robbed
by the nobs.

One man's view is another man's
brick wall, and we can bang our heads
until we're blue in the face and nothing
will change
it'll be the same old place.

The new age, old age, nuclear and
can you feel the rage building inside
of you?

Food and the cutthroat prices
entice you
and whether it's good or it's
bad for you,
you have no choice
but to swallow it down.