Another Day at the Zoo
Xenophobia in our train stations; bent coppers; tree huggers, hung for their opinion
Dancing banned for the lower classes; spice in the town hall
Sexual devastation in our parliament; the working man with the fear of the iron hand
Expensive cheap cocaine for our businessmen, marking lines across our borders

Is this what the world is coming to?

Doomed lovers dance with the devil; nurses surviving at the food-bank
Politicians with large homes and private parties, wishing they weren’t so alone
British bombs dropped on minors, but that’s not on Love Island
This bulldog’s on a chain and Uncle Sam’s smiling

Is this what the world is coming to?
Walking and talking and fucking destroying
Everything, anything, another day at the zoo

I haven’t witnessed poverty, but I’ve seen what a broke man can be
I’ve witnessed white privileged opinion and it’s posted all over social media’s delirium
We marvel at our expansive oceans, but I’ve been to the bottom and it’s filled with plastic
My friend said she was scared to look different to me
As she held me close and whispered that, “he touched me again”

Is this what the world is coming to?
Walking and talking and fucking destroying
Everything, anything, something for nothing
Walking and talking and fucking destroying
Everything, anything, another day at the zoo

Girls forced to dance upon tables, as the creepy eye
Of this try-hard, waste of breath, nudges me,
Asking if he “can only look”; how an STD-ridden prostitute
Only charged him two fifty for things I wouldn’t even understand
Or dream of, baby, this is reality; she earns her living, he pays his way
Is his life worth living? Did she not think to stay?
The government wants us dead or if not to work every single day
Until we can no longer stand under the greed of our forefathers

This is what the world is coming to