The Island - The Skints

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