Well the story begins on the Isle of Dogs
In a time of world recession
There's a queue a mile long for every job Well our antiYoung hopes deep in depression
He follows his nose, not his head So the lapShe winds up in a hospital bed
Now the baby's doing fine, but daddy hasn't got the time
He'll drink himself oblivious
Then return and hit the wife, she'll attack him with a knife
Oh the script is so damned obvious
Under the flag Survival leads men to do foolish things
He thought he'd try working for the government
And yes he was a fool His orders are from high above
A civil service tool
'Cos when you're working for the state you can sell your life to fate
Now the boy is doing fine, but he'll have to toe the line
You're not working anymore for love Under the flag.
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