Dear Sir or Madam,
I don't normally write to the press
But the neighbourhood where I grew up
Is really quite depressed.
Society is crumbling, but the media's obsessed
With boobs, bums, dot com millionaires,
Fame, fashion, "Footsie" shares.
But people? No, they couldn't care less.

While Parlimentary yobbos shout abuse around the House
Do-Gooders and reformers lead our Nation to defeat.
While terrorists and murderers get compassion and release.
You're out now! (rest is drowned out by the backing)
I don't understand.
But I remain Your Truly, Confused N 10.

I close my eyes and lay back
And I think of England.
I dream about that green and pleasant land
We knew as England.
That throne of Kings, a sceptered Isle
set in a silver sea
has turned into a laughing stock
divided by humanity,
and I remain, Yours Truly, Confused, N 10

Burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street.
While Mercs and Porshes double park with sheer impunity.
We've turned away the ? and plead to all and sundry:
Referee? What about me?

God forgive my lack of confidence and total low esteem.
But the dog eat dog society has deemed us all has-beens.
While our smiling bland spin doctors slowly lead us down the track.
Stab in the back.

Ba ba ba ba

I'm much too terrified to go out at night
But the television's boring.
They're vandalising all the cars in the street
But I won't lay down and take it.

ba ba ba

but in my mind there is a dream,
It will return again.
That age of Chivalry and bravery
That once was England

I was born in England
It was born in England.
I was born in England
And it was born in England.
That's why I remain,
Yours Truly, Confused N 10.
I remain, Yours Truly, Confused N 10.

Transkription: Olga Ruocco und Geoff Lewis