The Way It Looks To Me

Why should we put trust in the Lord? Can written words defeat the sword? Should we try to obey the law? Or try to cheat and steal for more Is idleness a frame of mind? To live off others so designed Enjoying fags and Sky TV Paid for by the likes of me What benchmark is laid down for youth? When MPs never tell the truth But lie and cheat at our expense Yet tell us truth and work makes sense Our old folk in care homes abused Our insecure young confused Their lives awash with drink or drugs Status sought in gangs of thugs Society’s become eroded As weapons of unrest are loaded Things can’t go on the way they are There’s no way back it’s gone too far The British know their birthrights sold I am so bloody glad I’m old I wouldn’t swap a single day For what I know is on the way I’ve lived a life that’s full and free And loved a wife who still loves me How will today’s young ever cope? No opportunity or hope.