Nowhere from Domestic by Paul Armfield

Brexit touched a very raw nerve with me. The idea of an EU imposed homogeneity and impotency is a myth too readily believed by the majority. I believe that there is an ignorance and a fear borne of our insularity and our lack of regular interaction with or any meaningful experience of other countries in europe and elsewhere.
The song paints a fairly ugly portrait of the typical brit, thuggish and badly dressed, clinging to the Imperial measurements quoted in verse 2. The line 'with rocks in our pockets' suggests someone simultaneously armed for violence and ready for suicide.
The middle 8 mocks our lack of worldiness, as the hapless englishman stands dazzled by the foreign sun, with clothes inappropriate for the heat.
The last verse paints a sad picture of British society, the crows pulling up the green shoots of hope refers to the crows I see on the roofs of our poorly maintained high streets, where the only greenery is growing in the gutters neglected by greedy landlords unconcerned with reinvesting in the often beautiful buildings that they bleed for profit.
The final pessimism of the song suggests that voting isn't changing anything, we're stuck with this insular mentality: we ain't going nowhere