Can’t Help Myself

Walking down train tracks, London to Basingstoke

It’s been years since any trains ran this line

Keeping eyes out for other roaming gangs

They could come from anywhere at any time

And this isn’t how I saw my future

Scavenging gardens and living day to day

And camping in abandoned houses

Too far from allotments for people to stay

But I know - yeah nothing’s happened for decades

And I’m sure nothing could ever happen here

It’s just smoke and late-night internet

That makes this shit appear

Panic and riots and looting in Aldershot

Hungry suburbanites trudge to the tip

Emergency summits and exploration efforts

Stay calm, stay indoors, wait it out, this is just a blip

Watching prices rise 400%

Watching my first attack at the pumps

Watching dumb-struck pundits watching

Global economies slump

But I know - yeah nothing’s happened for decades

And I’m sure nothing could ever happen here

It’s just smoke and late-night internet

That makes this shit appear

Forgive me I’m sure

Things’ll be back to normal this time next year

I remember television stopping

The first power outages, a silent line

Cars abandoned at the side of the road

Airports full of grounded planes and dead time

I see fields of vandalised solar panels

Ghost town centres, soil and axe heads

Vegetable gardens in backyards and balconies

I steal what I can from people who planned ahead

Yeah - but nothing’s happened for decades

And I’m sure nothing could ever happen here

It’s just smoke and late-night internet

That makes this shit appear

Forgive me, I’m sure

Things’ll be back to normal this time next year