When I was young, would've papered over All the cracks that have become With knowing Now it's half-done, feel born all over In such torrid times are we Don't pretend you can't hear me And now I look up and I am older It's gone as it had come With knowing All the people I have thrown - all the pasting over In such torrid times were these So many unspelt things No more of this - won't take much more of this I live in a sick country We are led by donkeys and pig-feasting flunkies Where it's all a grift for disaster capitalists Our oars adrift are floating in their ocean we are drowning We are polarised, divided then pulverised Crushed with bugs and creatures Served as vegan dinners It's more or less whatever they say it is Held on a knife edge between living and nightmares