Walmer beach and kingsdown and the sea
The public house the shingle fishing boats
The horses waiting patiently for food
Remember Dover beach,what Arnold wrote
The sea at Dover now seems civilized
We search for places stranger, more remote
The cliffs are crumbling like our country is
The remnants are too heavy now to float.
Sitting by the table with the beer
The salty air will benefit our throats
The conversation’s easy and we joke
Until some some Tory nonsense makes us choke.
Our lives have been so tainted by the lies
No one knows the truth, so values die
How my heart sings 