Isles Lyrics - In Search Of Elusive Little Comets - Little Comets

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 

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 

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 

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