On Our Front Doorstep

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