INTRO: VERSE 1: ) 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 VERSE 2: ) Terror on the pavement, panic in the street 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 It's the B R I T I say British Isles The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild Terribly bold they try so hard Never look up to see the stars In the B R I T I say British Isles BRIDGE: Leeds screaming, Bristol torn Belfast and Hull forlorn Oxford dreaming in denial With all it's gleaming spires Stoke bleeding, Glasgow yawns Dundee and Cardiff mourn York breaking, Sheffield cries All 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 Never look up to see the stars In the B R I T I say British Isles OUTRO: