Little Comets - Isles

Economic downturn you can get a job
Apologetic parents you can get a job

Sometimes i'm feeling just like cupid with a bow and arrow
And i'm firing it at people who remain too shallow

In the b.r.i.t.i say british isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild

Terror on the pavement, panic in the streets
Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets

Sometimes i lie awake for hours feeling so synthetic
While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic

In the b.r.i.t.i say british isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild

Terribly bold they try so hard
To never look up and see the stars
In the b.r.i.t.i say british isles

Your screaming bristol torn, belfast and hull for york
Slick dreaming in denial, with all it's screaming smiles,
Stuck bleeding glasgow yorns, dundee and cardiff mourn
Your breaking sheffield crys, our fears are multiplied

In the b.r.i.t.i say british isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild

Terribly bold they try so hard,
To never look up and see the stars
In the b.r.i.t.i say british isles!