Dirty Pretty Things
"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 the 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,
Carry them back to the place below.

With the blues the grey, 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 roofs is a pity though,
Generations of cramps with their goods in tow.

With the blues the grey, 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.

While the queen of england sits on her throne,
Off 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 Banbury cross,
Don't breathe a word about your loss.
Don't trust no ...
Half 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?