On our front doorstep there's no red white and blue
Only pride in easy pickings as the mob are running through
And it's mirrored in their prizes as they're sizing up the loot
Like it counts for nothing
On our front doorstep there's a lawless attack
When they're gathered in their hundreds
It's not easy fighting back
And with the stones they crawl from under
Resting off the beaten track
They count for nothing
Still I see no shame in them
It's just fame for them
Nothing but fun and games to them
Don't it feel much better when you can't see the worst of it
The word is so much deeper
Any damage likes to share
I guess we still have time to care
On our front doorstep there's no moment to seize
Just a broken hearted nation cruelly brought down to its knees
And the smash and grabbers seem to have us
Reeling in disease like it counts for nothing
Still I see no shame in them
It's just fame for them
Nothing but fun and games to them
Don't it feel much better when you can't see the worst of it
The word is so much deeper
Any damage loves to share
I guess we still have time to care
When your game's intimidation
Mercy stumbles in your wake
The rest of us are left to wonder
Just how much more we can take
Hold tight don't make a sound
There's still loving to be found
Hold tight don't make a sound
There's still loving to be found
Hold tight don't make a sound
There's still loving to be found
Come on don't make no sound
There's still loving...
Still I see no shame in them
It's just fame for them
Nothing but fun and games to them
Don't it feel much better when you can't see the worst of it
The word is so much deeper
Any damage loves to share
I guess we still have time to care