The National Health

England is ill and it is not alone I heard it through the tinny speakers on a cameraphone The things you hear and the things you see Are amplified into a ca-ca-cacophony The lost identity in my dream before I ride the local train, I'm not above the law Serendipity puts away with me Houdini couldn't escape from me I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life) Maybe things will change tomorrow I wouldn't bet my life (You would be mad to try) Maybe things will change tomorrow The daily grind, the moral wealth A potrait of the national health England is sick and I'm a casualty I'm in a constant state of flux in terms of what to be We generalise and we live inside I feel we're heading for a ca-ca-catastrophe The lost identity in my dream before I ride the local train, I'm not above the law Serendipity took ahold of me Fellini couldn't have dreamt of this I wouldn't bet my life (He wouldn't bet his life) Maybe things will change tomorrow I wouldn't bet my life (You would be mad to try) Maybe things will change tomorrow The daily grind, the moral wealth The family binds by means of stealth A portrait of the national health Did you hear? (You what?) I went down to the council today (What did they say?) They sent me away (No way!) My word holds no sway (Who's to blame?) He wore a badge with a name (Oh yeah?) I guess I couldn't be tamed The daily grind, the moral wealth The family binds by means of stealth A portrait of the national health!