Under the Flag
The story begins on the Isle of Dogs
In a time of world recession
There's a queue a mile long for every job
Young hopes deep in depression
Well, our anti hero's coy
Such a weak-willed boy
He follows his nose, not his head
So the lap dog finds a mate
And makes his first mistake
She winds up in a hospital bed
Under the flag under the flag
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
Survival leads men to do foolish things
And, yes, he was a fool
He thought he'd try working
For the government a civil service tool
Under the flag under the flag
Now the boy is doing fine
But he'll have to toe the line
His orders are from high above
'Cause when you're working for the state
Then you sell your life to fate
You're not working anymore for love
Working for love under the flag
Under the flag under the flag
Under the flag under the flag