Economic downturn you can get a job
Apologetic parents you can get a job
Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow

And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallow

In the B R I T I say British Isles

The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild

Terror on the pavement, panic in the street

Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets
Sometimes I lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic
While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic


It's the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild

Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British Isles


Leeds screaming Bristol torn
Belfast and Hull forlorn

Oxford dreaming in denial
With all it's gleaming spires


Stoke bleeding Glasgow yawns
Dundee and Cardiff mourn
York breaking Sheffied cries

All fears are multiplied

B R I T I say British Isles

The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars

In the B R I T I say British Isles