This song has yet to appear on an album (the lyrics supplied by the Japanese label in the "Rare Tracks" compilation of 1997 b-sides are incorrect). The song's lyrics are transcribed here without permission, as they are heard.

Road blocks and fire
Barb wire
Upon barb wire
This is not your country

Armoured cars
Corrugated scars
Grafitti scrawls
This is not your country

Home sweet fortress
Gunshot - we hate your kind
Get back!
This is not your country

I need some air
And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned
Born and braised
But this is not my country

We're old news, all's well
Say BBC scum
One child shot
But so what?

Laid my son
In a box, three feet long
And I still
Don't know why

A short walk home
Becomes a run
And I'm scared
In my own country

We're old news ,all's well
Say BBC scum
Everybody's under control
Of our surveillance globes

We're old news, all's well
And thirty years could be a thousand
And this Peugeot ad
Spins round in my head

British soldier
Pointing a gun
And I'm only trying to post
A letter

A short walk home
Becomes a run
And I'm scared, and I'm scared
I am scared

Old news, all's well
BBC scum
You've got more than the dead, so
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so
Zip up your mouth