Every High Street is becoming the same
Turkish barbers,
charity stores
Now vape shops for the addicts game
A nation slowly losing its girth
As it fritters away, blindly
Losing trust, untimely
History,
falling,
even failing,
on this once hallowed turf
Our heroes, now turning in their graves
****** would be laughing
At a nation now Churchill could not save
For someone must turn this ship
To stop it going down the pan
So who could it be as we've given up hope
Because,
Christ knows,
this old girl,
need a new ****** plan

🇬🇧

JJB