This Is Not Your Country
Words by Morrissey, Music by Alain Whyte

Roadblocks and fire
barbed wire
upon barbed wire
this is not your country

Armoured cars
corrugated scars
graffiti 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 braised
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'm scared

Old news
all's well
BBC scum
you've got more than the dead so
zip up your mouth

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