Tired Of England

How can they be tired of England?

They'll never know the England that we know

Never know where the ones with dreams go, no

Never notice the skies with their eyes down low

We'll never be tired of England

United in rain in the cities

To channel the pain and the pity's woe

To carry them back to the place below

With the blues, the grays

The green, the brown

To lonely nights uptown

Don't let them bring you down

Lonely nights uptown

Don't let them bring us down, no

How can they be tired of London

The scents in the air on a warm day

Generation of hope that sees better days

But moving along in the same old ways

We'll never be tired of London

From Clerkenwell into the city

The state of the rudes is a pity though

Generations of cramps with their kids in tow

With the blues, the grays

The green, the brown

To lonely nights uptown

Don't let them bring you down

Lonely nights uptown

They'll never bring us down, no

While the queen of England sits on her throne

Of bingo cards and chicken bones

Don't drink yourself to a lonely death

In casinos on crystal meth

Don't drink yourself to a lonely death

In casinos on crystal meth

So sing your song of the Banbury-Cross

Don't breathe a word about your loss

Jack Frost, old Nick to follow down

With cut price cars and top shelf porn

How can they be tired of England?

How can they be tired of England?

How can they be tired of England?

How can they be tired of England?