on british intelligence’s taste in interior decoration

it's good to burn bridges 
when they're built by bastards 
who occupy cozy offices 
in central london office blocks 

it's good to burn bridges 
when they're built by agencies
who occupy anything 
but spaces of self-reflection 

and who are incapable 
of respecting the enemies we face 
to such an extent that they then see ...
... they always see themselves 

as better than anyone else 
and thus will remain inferior forever
to everyone out there far or near   
who ever you'll find out here at all 

because british intelligence 
is anything but ...
and british intelligence 
is stuck in that rut ... well it is ...

... of empire and suchlike 
and then it's the pleasant island 
and verdant and stuff 
and so well ... they say and oh they may 

but actually not at all at all 
and so then again as eyesight dulled 
and vision quite blinded and sullied and hidden 
and quite blinkered and suffering

as if the tree of oak itself 
is rotting from the core 
and nothing more is to be done 
when all is sung and said 

and just the well-read remain as saviours 
who actually can't any more anyways
in a country where the rule of law 
is no longer treasured by the enforcers of the same 

never mind the citizens they once said they served 
and so it's as if it's a stain on the country's disdain
in respect of anything that might truly lead 
to life and its wily interventions 

greater now it's true 
than the declensions of the idiots 
who run this country through influence not politics 
like the strata of medieval wastes grossly uncovered 

as they make haste 
oh they do 
to run the lives of me and you 
as badly as one might wish to conceive 

because they have no idea at all
and they really have none worth talking of
whilst instead of chasing the real criminality
they prefer to focus on you and me 

saying our desire for privacy 
makes us just as dangerous 
as those they let slip in cities of the north 
and others of balding and silly nick

and as they did so terribly that day 
and as they claimed to rue the horror 
anyhow and every way 
they let the bad they lost sight of at such cost 

bomb to awful bits the innocents of terror 
whilst all this time 
they've feathered their own closets and offices
into things quite truly grand and fine 

as if the most important thing today 
in all our democracy of hey and wow  
is to show how good 
their taste in interior decoration

enables their decidedly stylish and cool
creatively fabulous comforts of label
rule over the safety of the ordinary citizens 
who find themselves utterly unable any more 

dying hopelessly in the gutters as they are 
of the homeless and the buggered 
that end up left all to one side 
by the men of british intelligence 

who knowing all they have 
all these years of strife 
actually and truly and forcefully and cruelly
really really don't give a fuck