Yours Sincerely, Confuse N10

Dear Sir or Madam

I dont 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, ftse shares.

But people people, they couldnt care less.



While parliamentery yobbos

Shout abuse around the house,

Do-Gooders and reformers

Lead our nation to defeat,

While murderers and terrorists

Get compassionate release.

'You're out now',

You're back on the street.

Yeah, back on the street.



Thats why

I remain

Yours truly

Confused, N10.



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,

That sceptered isle,

Set in a silver sea

Has turned into a laughing stock

Divided without harmony.



Thats why

I remain

Yours truly

Confused, N10.



The burglars have ransacked

All the houses in the street,

Whilst mercs and porsches douuble-park

With sheer impunity.

When towed away the ponces plead

To all and sundry

Referee!

What about me?



So forgive my lack of confidence

And total low-esteem,

But the dog eat dog society

Has deemed us all has-beens.

And smiling ______ skinned (?) doctors

Slyly lead us down the track

To a stab in the back.



Im much too terrified to go out at night

But the televisions boring.

They're vandalising all the cars on the street

But I wont lay down and take defeat.

ba-ba ba ba ba

ba ba ba

ba-ba ba ba



Thats why

I remain

Yours truly

Confused, N10.