Punching Bag

So you tear up an island, got a standing ovation,

Six letter lie to ruin all our vacations

What's done is done to death, you're kneeling on their necks

We ate out to help out to find yourselves a bigger cheque

But you won't fall through the margins

You don't know how it feels to stand on fragile foundations

We share this island, like it or not

You can't erase the lies you think we forgot

But we'll go sink or swim, and you can take a protest on the chin,

It's a scary country I live in