THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION

Well they kicked us out of the orphanages
and they kicked us all out of the mental homes
then they kicked us out of the libraries
and they kicked us all out of the hospitals
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they ripped out all the beautiful wood
and they ripped off all the desks and chairs
ripped out the books some of which we took
but they kept the cornices and they kept the stairs
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they broke it all down into little rooms
and lined them all out with plasterboard
and all the bathrooms shine with Italian tiles
and the living rooms decked with oak-faced floor
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they moved right in to the orphanages
and they moved right in to the mental homes
and they moved right on to the libraries
and they moved into the hospital
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

And we watch them come
and we watch them go
they’re a breed apart that much is sure
they come in all colours tho mostly white
their hands are soft but their fists
clench
tight

while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

 

 

 

THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION

ENDGAME

This is the endgame

oh, I know it’s always been true

a bolt could fall from the blue

and they did

and took you

and so many others too

but there’s no point pretending

it’s going to be plain sailing now

no – there’s rocks all around

and only one destination

so it’s time to cut the crap

trim the fat, spurn the diversions

what matters most

is what matters most

so nail that

to your mast

ENDGAME