This is Not Your Country Lyrics

Road blocks and fire Barb wire upon barb wire This is not your country
Armoured cars, corrugated scars Grafitti scrawls This is not your country
Home sweet fortress Gunshot, we hate your kind Get back This is not your country
I need some air And I'm stopped And repeatedly questioned "Born and raised?" But this is not my country
We're old news All's well Say BBC scum One child shot but so what?
Laid my son in a box Three feet long And I still don't know why
A short walk home becomes a run And I'm scared In my own country
We're old news All's well Say BBC scum Everybody's under control Of our surveillance globes
We're old news All's well And thirty years could be a thousand
And this Peugeot ad Spins round in my head British soldier pointing a gun
And I'm only trying to post a letter A short walk home becomes a run And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared
Old news All's well BBC scum
You've got more than the dead So zip up your mouth Zip up your mouth Zip up your mouth Zip up your mouth