England's Dying Lyrics

That old fella in the east London market

He's lived here for years and years

And now so many are here

That woman in the pub

Can't get her pie and mash

And now the times have changed

Can you see can you see in the future?

Can you hold hands with my imaginary daughter?

Will you tell her everything will be ok?

Because it's fucked up so much, I can't sleep at night

Do you see do you feel the clean water?

Cleansing Cockney gin bricks and mortar

I'm hallucinating a vision of orphans

Can you feed them in foodbanks overflowing

An incompatible friend

An incompetent solicitor

I've taken too many pills

The lullabies are here

So sleep well my darling in London's twisted streets

Do you bleed do you bleed if a pinprick?

Will it hurt if I dug my fucking nails in?

Is it red blood that spills on the pavement?

Or am I imagining teenagers dying?

It is me or is the government lying?

Do you see what I saw or is England's Dying?

Easy to ignore young hearts that bleed