This Country

This country is going down, And this world is unfair I’d like to solve some problems But I’m stuck on my chair…The chair of my office, you say you’re going home it’s fifteen to five and you leave me on my own…The moods are going down, so move me from my lane, and for three men who work only one use his brain, This country is going down, I cannot understand, But in a day like this please hold tight my hand.

Would you please come with me ?This country is going down and I’m down on my knees, Would you please come with me ?This ship is drowning down, I would keep some decency…

This country is going down,I’ve got nothing to declare…But messin’ up my life has never been my aim I never saw your face Up to that  picture where you send me by messengerI could see your underwear I have lost my head for that pink pants you say “Can I send some message” I said “You can’t, sorry, friend” This country is dead, enjoy the bell You say “please send a postcard”, Yes a postcard from hell…

Would you please come with me ?This country is going down and I’m down on my knees, Would you please come with me ?This ship is drowning down, I would keep some decency…

I’ve got this picture, I touch my self, in the moon light

The rain flows down,Alitalia strikes, I told you that I’m leaving but it seems that you don’t mind.