| We are looking in on you now, | |
| What do you think you can do now, | |
| It's very small from way out here, | |
| The last thing you will feel is fear, | |
| Give you a chance to do the right thing, | |
| Give you a chance to do the bright thing, | |
| Now our sense is all disgusted, | |
| Where you're from you can't be trusted, | |
| Where I come from no-one smiles, | |
| Every inch exists in miles, | |
| Still it's cool relaxed and calm, | |
| Sitting here on the | |
| Funny Farm, | |
| World in prison screams in pain, | |
| There are no leaders you can blame, | |
| Human greed destroys your sphere, | |
| And there's no room for you out here, | |
| You're on your own now. |