Our World is crumbling,
Where do we go?
High up and over,
To the sacred Mountain,
Of Eternal Snow?
Our World rolls over,
Where do we go?
To some court of justice,
That we don't even know?
Do we trust 'authority',
To carry out,
The laws, they seem
To know nothing about?
Something has changed,
And it's very bad,
Government feelings?
I think we've been had,
Things seem to be in disarray,
The guilty gloat,
The innocent pay.
There is no Law left in this land,
Justice, a Dune of sinking sand,
Come dearest, take me by the hand,
We will build a ship and sail away,
We will live at Sea, more comfortably,
For many here have lost their way,
Equality, social correctness,
Freedom chained, drugs on a tray,
And all those Ifs, Doos and Don'ts,
Incompetent government says,
'Oh no you won't'
Pushed by its own stupidity,
But do remember that you're free,
And that this Country that you see
Still does belong to you and me.
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