Lay Of The Land

Lay
 Lay
 Lay
 Armageddon
 This beautiful tree
 Boo hoo
 Give up living
 Ample
 Eye
 They give in
 On The Buses, up the stair
 By the television
 Pretend to learn
 Where's the lay of the land
 My son
 Where's the lay of the land
 My son
 What's the lie of the land
 My son
 The last Briton on the street
 He's in a radio fuzz
 He's dead and beat
 No longer reflects our daft fate
 We'll leave this city
 Hit a quick coach, take the town in Surrey
 There's no-one here but crooks and death
 Kerb-crawlers, of the worst order
 Where's the lay of the land
 My son
 What's the lie of the land
 My son
 Eldritch house
 With green moss
 Sound of ordinary on the waves
 Tiles drip from its roof
 Home secretary has a weird look
 Where's the lay of the land
 My son
 What's the lie of the land
 My son
 The good Book of John
 Surrounds the son
 Sound of ordinary on the waves
 Italic scribble on horizon
 When the height of culture is a bad stew
 Space bores, government disorder
 Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
 Where's the lay of the land
 Where children circle in cycles
 Giving jokes ad lib
 By bearded writers
 Who defected to
 Higher realms
 Advertising realms
 Where's the lay of the land
 My son
 What's the lie of the land
 My son
 (People laughing.people fighting.people watching)
 Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind