Paul Weller: “Wake Up The Nation”

“Wake Up The Nation”

Fish from the paper

Fresh from the sea

Cracks in the pavement

The city in siege

I don’t know where to escape it or who to believe

I can’t find an opinion that ain’t on its knees

Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn’t be

We’re gonna wake up the nation and don’t be no drag

Shake up the station and out of their hands

We’re gonna wake up the nation and don’t be no drag

Shake up the station and out of their hands

Nowhere to be

Nowhere to bleed

Get ya face out the Facebook and turn off your phone

What with the the death of the post box, nowhere feels home

Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn’t be