Isle of Man (version II)

nice place clean water fresh air blue skies like pirates we tried it we took what we deserved half million years later we'd used up our reserves we're crying 'what happened?' we get what we deserve we get what we deserve we get instead the isle of man the isle of man i've wandered through forests with our garbage waist-high can't clean it i mean it we get what we deserve rainy mornings dry evenings it's growing on my nerves just gases you fascists you get what you deserve you get what you deserve you get instead the isle of man the isle of man i'm writing this letter so no one will forget some future cave dweller will find these notes an isle of man