From the recording ThirtySix
Lyrics
Driving down the road at night
Couldn't really, take a flight
Moving home, with my wife
Time to make a new life
Leave this country to be, independent
Has its right to be free,
Not another Island of Rust
Feeling good, for ourselves
Leave behind, tolling bells
Of a country in decay
Who give a fuck, anyway
Looking now at the news
Hardly surprising I sing the blues
Feeling sorry for my friends
Crazy madness that never ends...
Leave this country to be, independent
Has its right to be free, people hellbent
Leave this country to be, independent
Has its right to be free,
Not another Island of Rust