Poor Little England Songtext
von The Undercover Hippy

Poor little England
Used to have a United Kingdom
Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children
Who′s got the patience for real conversations?
Far too busy having an opinion
Poor little England

I've had enough of this separation
All trapped inside our own bubbles of misinformation
No time for discourse, no time for conversation
Just pick one line then repeat that many times on rotation, no
Hesitation no, contemplation no
Consideration for the wider implications at all
Same old elements of conquer and divide
When all the while the enemy′s inside


Poor little England
Used to have a United Kingdom
Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children
Who's got the patience for real conversations?
Far too busy having an opinion
Poor little England

Well you say what you see
And you see what they say
And now you wanna tell me that you know what you know, yeah
When you read your paper by the end of the day
You're claiming those opinions as your own
Well nobody′s gonna tell you what you can and you cannot say
But beware of repeating the words that they′re feeding you
Every single day

Poor little England
Used to have a United Kingdom
Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children
Who's got the patience for real conversations?
Far too busy having an opinion
Poor little England


I like spending time just
Hanging out in random places
And scanning all the faces of the people
As they pass me by
Yeah, and as I sit there and ponder
I sometimes just wonder what′s been going on for them
In their lives
Like this guy that I see
He's no older than me but his face is as old as time
So I sit down there and greet him
I say mate what you seeking in life? He says
I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid
You wanna know now?
I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid
Ooh whoa ooh whoah
I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid
You wanna know now?
I got no money in my pocket and I wanna get paid yeah

Poor little England
Used to have a United Kingdom
Now we get uptight, wind up fighting like children
Who′s got the patience for real conversations?
Far too busy having an opinion
Poor little England