Sometimes I wake and can't even remember my name
Four in the morning I'm walking these streets once again
Feel like I spend most my life in a dream
Finding it hard to distinguish between
All these chancers and Muppets
Good folk and false prophets
Are you the Morning Star shining for everyone?
Stock up on coffee and fake news to get through the day
Not sure where we're going but where there's a will there's a way
The North is too barren
The South is too stressed
The East is divided
The West is the best
So let's head for the hills and just see what comes our way