this country

Green unpleasant septic isle
Let your people down in style
The pain that unemployment brings
Heartache waiting in the wings
Empty buildings never used
Privilege has been abused
Build us up and knock us down
Shops don't open in this town
Lock your doors and hold on tight
The looters may return tonight
Pay the price for a life of bliss
It never used to be like this
Closed, unused and sometimes broken
The reasons are best left unspoken
Can it possibly get better
Not if you're waiting for that letter
The one that consigns you to the heap
Over which you couldn't sleep
You dread it all your working life
Just what will you tell your wife
A pension all you have to show
A lifetime's work and all you know
It's never gonna be enough
To last when everything gets rough...
Is this all that there will be
A future spent in this country
Can you ever take the blow
Or do you know it's time to go...