England is ill and it is not alone I heard it through the tinny speakers on a cameraphone The things you hear and the things you see Are amplified into a ca-ca-cacophony Lost identity, imagined before I ride the local train, I'm not above the law
Serendipity wants a word with me Houdini couldn't escape from me
I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life) But maybe things will change tomorrow I wouldn't bet my life (You hung him out to dry) But maybe things will change tomorrow
The daily grind, the moral wealth A potrait of the national health
England is sick and I'm a casualty I'm in a constant state of flux in terms of what to be We generalise and we live inside I feel we're heading for a ca-ca-catastrophe Lost identity, imagined before I ride the local train, I'm not above the law
Serendipity wants a word with me Fellini couldn't have dreamt of this
I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life) But maybe things will change tomorrow I wouldn't bet my life (You hung him out to dry) But maybe things will change tomorrow
The daily grind, the moral wealth The family binds by means of stealth A portrait of the national health
Did you hear? (You what?) I went down to the council today (What did they say?) They sent me away! (No way!) My word holds no sway (Who's to blame?) He wore a badge with a name (Oh yeah?) I guess I couldn't be tamed
The daily grind, the moral wealth The family binds by means of stealth A portrait of the national health!