God would weep if he existed
and he saw what man can do to man
he'd think that we were twisted
his unblinking eye would blink and then
he'd say not in my name you don't
you stupid little men
with your arrogance and ignorance
you'll do it time and time again

and I, I must be getting old
there's a fire and a fury driven deep into my soul
it's the helplessness that comes from being under your control
and everything is broken

we've got a high street full of holes
the high street's full of holes
high street's full of holes

five million cameras stare at us
you treat us like we're fools
our privacy is meaningless
we're suffocated by ten thousand rules
and this kindom's not united
just a complicated mess
are we in europe? half in europe? not in europe?
we're soulless, spineless, directionless

and I, I must be getting old
there's a fire and a fury driven deep into my soul
it's the helplessness that comes from being under your control
and everything is broken

(stylophone!)

and everything is broken



why send our young men out to die
in wars that we don't understand?
and why on earth are we medalling in places like Afghanistan?
the price is much too high
in terms of money or our precious men
your reasons are mysterious
and quite beyond our ken

and I, I must be getting old
there's a fire and a fury driven deep into my soul
it's the helplessness that comes, you even sold our gold
and everything is broken