Tears

Skinheads have all gone

England's bastard sons

Pissed on all those years

I guess nothing matches tears

Nothing matches

Nothing matches

You wore your Union Jack

As you knifed me in the back

Well I could feel your fears

Yes nothing matches tears

Nothing matches

Nothing matches

You're so unsure about

You're so full of doubt

As you watch the passing years

40's around the corner

Tattoo's are getting smaller

As you watch the passing years

I guess nothing matches tears

Nothing matches

Nothing matches

Nothing matches tears

Tears

Tears

Tears