We'll say goodbye to the old place
Don't look at the faces left
I'm sure it'll be good fun
Making money at your kids' expense
To a place where everything's easy
Feeding my baby with stamps

And if they ask, why did you come?
(Don't you know) there's a real war on?
(Did the papers not) tell you about it?

Don't you worry, I will be fine
(With a knife at my neck and my very last dime)
I got a job in an office block
(With a swish canteen and an Oxbridge tie)
And if I get sick my sister will treat me
(I hear it's all free and so a- f- f- easy)

And if they ask, why did you come?
(Don't you know) there's a real war on?
(Did the papers not) tell you about it?
(Don't you know) there's a real war on?
(Did the papers not) tell you?

And if they ask, why did you come?
And if they say I should go home
Send me back where I belong
Take a walk with me, I'll show you some

(So you know)
(So you know)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): David Brewis, Peter Brewis