I feel like shit,

The weather ain’t great,

Great Britain? Nah mate!

Dreadful Britain with all the sins,

Everyone’s psyche in a spin,

I think the Earth is mourning

Bodies not layed to rest, spirits forever roaming

A gloomy place many detest,

Out of all the evils, I guess it is the best

I miss a home I’ve never known,

In this foreign land I’ve grown.

I must confess, I think I’m less,

No place to call my own