Текст песни My Land Is Burning - Andy Partridge

My land is burning
And yet I smell no smoke
No one's laughing here
Which is strange my dear
As the government's a joke

My land is burning
And yet I see no flame
We just smolder mad
While the fat cats add
All our savings to their name

Pity me pity me
My fair lady
Pity me if you can
As I stabbed myself
With a small black cross
When I voted for that man

My land is burning
Yet nothing is alight
But the hell mouth doors
Of department stores
While the old must freeze
All night

My land is burning
Yet nothing good's consumed
But the countryside
By the cars you ride
While in tarmac we're entombed

Pity me pity me
My fair lady
Pity me if you can
As I stabbed myself
With a small black cross
When I voted for that man

And my land is burning
Yet no where is it warm
Just the street stripped bare
By the crack head stare
Of the brain dead skateboy swarm

My land is burning
While the government still lied
You underestimate all our quiet hate
And the fire that burns inside