Skints, The - The Island Lyrics




Dear anyone who hears this
I'm trapped upon the island
The natives have gone wild and
They're making bad decisions
Very bad decisions
It might be what you fed them
It might be what you read them
On the news at 10 cos
They don't play well with others
And can't process different colors
You'd best batten down the hatches
With fry ups and football matches
And imperial restoration
Why are you proud of the nation?
Little England not Great Britain
I am trapped upon the island

And where are our fearless leaders?
They surely won't deceive us
With climate change deniers
And Noah's Ark believers
There's polar bears in Scotland
There's vampires in London
There's dinosaurs across the UK
That I'd hoped had gone extinct

And I can't believe it
Or maybe I can
I never did put it past you
What have you done?
You idiots, what have you gone and done?
I'm trapped upon the island

I'm trapped upon the island

Ha ha whose idea was this?
Cos I feel the joke is over
But he's only done a runner
And sold you down the river
So let's hope you're a good swimmer
And let's hope you don't eat dinner
Let's hope you don't need nothing else
Because you're dying in your own shit

And I can't believe it
Or maybe I can
I never did put it past you
What have you done?
You idiots, what have you gone and done?
I'm trapped upon the island

I'm trapped upon the island

I'm trapped upon the island
I'm trapped upon the island
I'm trapped upon the island
I'm trapped upon the island





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