The National Health

England is ill and it is not alone
I heard it through the tinny speakers on a cameraphone
The things you hear and the things you see
Are amplified into a ca-ca-cacophony
Lost identity, imagined before
I ride the local train, I'm not above the law
Serendipity wants a word with me
Houdini couldn't escape from me
I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life)
But maybe things will change tomorrow
I wouldn't bet my life (You hung him out to dry)
But maybe things will change tomorrow
The daily grind, the moral wealth
A potrait of the national health
England is sick and I'm a casualty
I'm in a constant state of flux in terms of what to be
We generalise and we live inside
I feel we're heading for a ca-ca-catastrophe
Lost identity, imagined before
I ride the local train, I'm not above the law
Serendipity wants a word with me
Fellini couldn't have dreamt of this
I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life)
But maybe things will change tomorrow
I wouldn't bet my life (You hung him out to dry)
But maybe things will change tomorrow
The daily grind, the moral wealth
The family binds by means of stealth
A portrait of the national health
Did you hear? (You what?)
I went down to the council today (What did they say?)
They sent me away! (No way!)
My word holds no sway (Who's to blame?)
He wore a badge with a name (Oh yeah?)
I guess I couldn't be tamed
The daily grind, the moral wealth
The family binds by means of stealth
A portrait of the national health!