Yours Truly, Confused N10

Dear Sir or Madam, I don't normally write to the press
But the neighbourhood where I grew up is really quite depressed
Society is crumbling but the media's obsessed
With boobs, bums, dot com millionaires
Fame, fashion, FTSE shares
But the people, people
They couldn't care less

While parliamentary obboes shout abuse around the house
Do-gooders and reformers lead our nation to defeat
While murderers and terrorists get compassionate release
You're out now
You're back on the street
Yeah, back on the street

That's why I remain
Yours truly
Confused
Entain

I close my eyes and lay back
And I think of England
I dream about that green and pleasant land we knew as England
That throne of kings that sceptered
All set in a silver sea
Has turned into a laughing stock
Divided without harmony

That's why I remain
Yours truly
Confused
Entain

The burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street
While Mercs and Porsches dabble past with sheer impunity
When towed away the pussies plead
To all and sundry referees
What about me?
So forgive my lack of confidence and total low esteem
But the dog eat dog society has deemed us all has-beens
And smiling bland spin doctors slyly lead us down the track
To a stab in the back

I'm much too terrified to go out at night
But the television's boring
They're vandalising all the cars on the street
But I won't lay down and take defeat

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

That's why I remain
Yours truly
Confused
Entain

I remain yours truly
Confused
Entain
Yeah, I say it again

I remain yours truly
Confused
Entain
Yeah, I say it again

Why not say it again and again
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Truly confused I am
Oh yes
Aha
I remain yours truly
Confused
Entain