The old-new world.

The old-new world.

How can it be right

To say

That the earth is washed clean

When it rains

All kinds of irredeemable scrap

And useless crap

Strewn all over the place

Filthy bags of waste, baby-grows and wet wipes

Oozing out of broken sewage pipes

Nothing is ever clean

Nor has it ever been

Your hands are dirty all the time

Colonial history never dies

Wash away your sins old England

Scour the earth

Use Nepalm, be like the USA

Choose to go and beat the shit out of your neighbour

For putting a foot on your land

Wearing hair far too long

In top knots and elastic bands

Do they still call men fags

Behind closed doors

Wrap an immigrant in plastic

And deliver him from evil

Build a world fit for cartels

Blame the poor for the boom and bust

While protecting kingpins from justice

What a strange new world.

England was a big noise

Full of kickbacks for the wealthy boys

Living it up La Vida Loca

Is more than a popular song

For people of a certain age

Who invented the term road rage

And practice safe sex

By mutual consent

Was it ever okay to do as you please?

It is not active permission

To say she was a tease

Oh give me a break

From your excuses sorry faced white guys

Pretending they are hard done by

Because the world is a different place

From when the west was won

Now

The last frontier is in outer space

Lose that frown

This is no one-horse-town

It is the whole world

Laundered away more and more every day

Buried in landfill

Hidden beneath the hopeless cases

The disappeared and missing faces

Staring out from the screen

On an edition of Crimewatch

Drowning your sorrows with coke

And a bottle of scotch

Would it be all right if you were rolling in money?

Where did it all go wrong for you honey

Pretending to be a happy bunny

Living within your means

Secretly believing

You deserve to be as famous

As Buffalo Bill

Wearing a concealed gun for the thrill

Of the kill

In the hope that when the time comes around

Any old excuse will be found

To stand your ground

At home in a new world

That is the same as the old one.

Mark my words

Freedom is for the birds

Fly away with me

There must be somewhere beautiful

Over the rainbow

Just as blue as Arizona.