Yours Truly Confused N10 Lyrics - Singles - Ray Davies

Dear sir or madam, I don't normally write to the press 

But the neighborhood where I grew up is really quite depressed 

Society is crumbling but the media's obsessed with boobs, bums 

Dot-com millionaires, fame, fashion, FTSE shares 

But people they couldn't care less 

While parliamentary yobbos shout abuse around the house 

Do-gooders and reformers lead our nation to defeat 

While murderers and terrorists get compassionate release 

You're out now, you're back on the street, yeah, back on the street 

That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10 

I close my eyes and lay back and I think of England 

I dream about that green and pleasant land we knew as England 

That throne of kings, that sceptred isle set in a silver sea 

Has turned into a laughing stock divided without harmony 

That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10 

The burglars have ransacked all the houses in the street 

While Mercs and Posches double park with sheer impunity 

When towed away the ponces plead to all and sundry 

Referee, what about me? 

So forgive my lack of confidence and total low esteem 

But the dog eat dog society has deemed us all has-beens 

While our smiling bland spin doctors slyly lead us down the track 

To a stab in the back 

I'm much too terrified to go out at night but the television's boring 

They're vandalizing all the cars on the street 

But I won't lay down and take defeat 

That's why I remain yours truly, confused N10 

Thank you, goodnight