Goodbye to the Country

We'll say goodbye to the old place
Don't look at the faces left
I'm sure it'll be good fun
Making money at your kid's expense
To a place where everything's easy
Feeding my baby with stamps
And if they ask, why did you come?
Don't you know there's a real war on?
Did the papers not tell you about it?

Don't you worry, I will be fine
With a knife at my neck and my very last dime
I'll get a job in an office block
With a swish canteen and an Oxbridge tie
And if I get sick my sister will treat me
I hear it's all free and so f- f- easy
And if they ask, why did you come?
Don't you know there's a real war on?
Did the papers not tell you about it?

And if they ask, why did you come?
And if they say I should go home
Send me back where I belong
Take a walk with me, I'll show you some