Lyrics Yours Truly Confused N10 - Ray Davies
Dear
sir
or
madam,
I
don't
normally
write
to
the
press
But
the
neighborhood
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
they
couldn't
care
less
While
parliamentary
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
That's
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
sceptred
isle
set
in
a
silver
sea
Has
turned
into
a
laughing
stock
divided
without
harmony
That's
why
I
remain
yours
truly,
confused
N10
The
burglars
have
ransacked
all
the
houses
in
the
street
While
Mercs
and
Posches
double
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
While
our
smiling
bland
spin
doctors
slyly
lead
us
down
the
track
To
a
stab
in
the
back
I'm
much
too
terrified
to
go
out
at
night
but
the
television's
boring
They're
vandalizing
all
the
cars
on
the
street
But
I
won't
lay
down
and
take
defeat
That's
why
I
remain
yours
truly,
confused
N10
Thank
you,
goodnight
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