Ray Davies - Yours Truly Confused N10 lyrics

rate me

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