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!