Way down south in the garden of England We got a song to sing and we let it fill the air We got it made (yeah) in the garden of England Where the sun comes up to see us everyday. We feel like strangers but still we call it home We got no reason but still we feel alone But when the night comes we can roll away the stone To each his own, to each his own Yeah the simple life. We live at home in the garden of England They got us on the run, we can feel it in the air We got it made in the garden of England Where we celebrate the English way of life. They had an empire, they give it all away Their finest hour seems only yesterday They still remember when Britannia ruled the waves She ruled the waves, she ruled the waves (yeah) Yeah the simple life. British politician giving a speech We conservatives have always maintained the need For an experiment With a tougher regime For depriving young football hooligans Of their leisure time I can announce today That the experiment promised in our election manifest Is to begin in Surrey (applause) These will be no holiday camps We will introduce on a regular basis Drill, parades, and inspections From 6: 45am 'til lights out at 9: 30pm Life will be conducted at a brisk tempo Drums: Liam Genockey Bass Guitar: Mo Foster Keyboards: Billy Livsey Synthesizers: Ian Lynn Guitars: Richard Brunton String Arrangement: Wil Malone String Leader: Gavin Wright Vocals: Gerry Rafferty

Today for the very first time We started planning out the ultimate crime Locking together to destroy this cold stasis Rory C what's your thesis? 'I don't fucking believe this' Institutions are established and invested Pause to ask 'are they tried and tested'? No, just forced fed and digested It's about time we damn contested You can't stain us You can't contain us You can't destabilise, divide or label us You can't stain us You can't contain us You can't destabilise (Destabilise) Now they're cracking under pressure from our force (Cos we know) Cos we don't belong here So we're rising through the stubborn assault course (But we're stuck in the middle) Cos we don't belong here We don't belong here We don't belong here! Our minds our dormant and static Don't ever respect conventional thought without reason We need to fucking erupt Corrupted fucking tyrants, Instigating violence, This sporadic discordance Will find maximum assurance Now they're cracking under pressure from our force (Cos we know) Cos we don't belong here So we're rising through the stubborn assault course (But we're stuck in the middle) Cos we don't belong here Now they're cracking under pressure from our force Cos we don't belong here So we're rising through the stubborn assault course This is the calm before the storm One last siege to break the norm So I can lie here on the floor Beside you No one owns the oceans No one owns the mountains No one owns us No one owns us We've all inherited this world We need to fucking erupt (Cos this earth is ours) We need to fucking erupt Now they're cracking under pressure from our force (Cos we know) Cos we don't belong here So we're rising through the stubborn assault course Cos we don't belong here Now they're cracking under pressure from our force Cos we don't belong here So we're rising through the stubborn assault course Cos we don't belong here This is the calm before the storm One last siege to break the norm So I can lie here on the floor Beside you

To the multi story car park, with our friends Drinking from a bottle, of white lightning On top of marks and sparks, roof running Smoking chronic, hectic. And it seems that nothing now will ever change And it seems that we're on our own again And i hope that nothing now will ever change And i hope that we're on our own again We'll convene at mine 3pm to play Sega mega drive, goldenaxe and sonic, all day "Never played it? i'll teach ya. Can't hack it? i'll beat ya" That's Pendell making rhymes in the corner with a litre Of the finest Scrumpy Jack Whilst Pdex pumps out the latest dnb track We'll chip it to Justin's, and hit his king kong Then we'll gather round the piano for a little sing song First Chorus x 2 Oh if i could kidnap that feeling The one that melts all fears from your mind I'd make no demands no ransoms Cos i'd never set it free (x 3) Oh if i could kidnap that feeling The one that melts all fears from your mind I'd make no demands no ransoms Cos i'd never set it free (x 3) Oh those halcyon days and halcyon nights Before we began to realise that things aren't right Chorus x 2 And it seems that nothing now will ever change And it seems that we're on our own again And it seems that nothing now will ever change And it seems that we're on our own again (x 4)

Doctor, fetch the Anaesthetist (Anaesthetist) Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this Fetch the Anaesthetist (Anaesthetist) Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe You fucking spanner Just a cog in the industrial complex You shed the blood for the conflicted You parasite You're playing god and you don't care who it affects You suck the blood of the afflicted You suck the blood of the afflicted Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for Nor is it a crime for which you should be punished For this conviction I would endanger my health Shut it (oi), just consume, crave riches and lust for fame No you won't see us participating in that game Keep your twisted take on success 'Cause all I really want is what's beating in your chest Doctor, fetch the Anaesthetist (Anaesthetist) Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this Fetch the Anaesthetist (Anaesthetist) Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe We drink to your health But just to inform, this round's on you And every day you roll the dice We drink to your health We capitalise on your condition Bad luck, you pay the price Bad luck, you pay the price Fetch the Anaesthetist (Anaesthetist) Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this You sold us short You will not profit off our health Step the fuck back

To take away our expression Is to impoverish our existence Oi! Yeah, kick it! Yeah! It's insatiable; what we're waiting for So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write for a better day So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write It will flourish It will thrive It will nourish A spring cleaning of the mind It will flourish It will thrive To take away our expression Is to impoverish our existence They silence and censor Our right to create In cells we choke Without what is innate So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to stop us from fading away We'll write for a better day This vomiting of anguish An eruption of the soul To radiate energy To comfort and console To scatter our thoughts To spatter our spirit A blizzard of fire With all we transmit So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to stop us from fading away We'll write for a better day So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to stop us from fading away We'll write for a better So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write for a better day So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It will flourish It will thrive It will nourish A spring cleaning of the mind It will flourish It will thrive Yeah! It's insatiable; what we're waiting for It's insatiable; what we're waiting for So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to keep us from fading away We'll write for a better day So to keep us from falling apart We'll write songs in the dark And to stop us from fading away We'll write for a better day