The Great Wall of England.

So this is where they hide,
truly dead before they’re old,
on each side of the divide.

Spending green on gold.
Seven plagues upon us all -
truly dead before they’re old.

The other side of the wall
Someone’s scrawled ‘fuck u’ in paint.
Another plague upon us all.

They file an official complaint:
blame it on the wretched youth,
‘cause someone’s scrawled ‘fuck u’ in paint;

say, “I don’t mean to sound aloof
but this country’s gone down hill.
I blame it on the wretched youth.”

It’s ‘cause of synthetic ideals
and Thatcher’s common brand
that this country’s gone down hill.

The terracotta tanned,
and Thatcher’s own brand.
So this is where they hide -
on each side of the divide.