This is my Earth   And I live in it   It’s one third dirt   And two thirds water   And it rotates and revolves through space   At rather an impressive pace   And never even messes up my hair   And here’s the really weird thing   The force created by its spin   Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in      This is my Earth   And it’s fine   It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine   It’s not perfect      This is my country   And I live in it   It’s pretty big   And nice to walk on And the bloke who runs my country   Has built a demagoguery   And tought us to be fearful and boring   And the wierdest thing is that he is   Conservative of politics   But really rather radical of eyebrow      This is my country   And it’s fine   It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine   It’s not perfect      This is my house   And I live in it   It’s made of cracks   And photographs   We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy   Who bought it from a guy   Whose grandad left it to him   And the weirdest thing is that this house   Has locks to keep the baddies out   But they’re mostly used to lock ourselves in      This is my house   And it’s fine   It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine   It’s not perfect   But it's mine      This is my body   And I live in it   It’s 31   And 6 months old   It’s changed a lot since it was new   It’s done stuff it wasn’t built to do   I often try to fill it up with wine   And the weirdest thing about it is   I spend so much time hating it   But it never says a bad word about me      This is my body   And it’s fine   It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine   It’s not perfect      This is my brain   And I live in it   It’s made of love   And bad song lyrics   It’s tucked away behind my eyes   Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide   Cos God forbid I hurt somebody   And the weirdest thing about a mind   Is that every answer that you find   Is the basis of a brand new cliché      This is my brain   And it’s fine   It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine   It’s not perfect   I’m not quite sure I’ve worked out how to work it   It’s not perfect   But it’s mine