The National Health - Anna Meredith's December Mix
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!
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!
Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Wooller, Paul Smith, Duncan Lloyd, Archis Tiku, Thomas English
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