The morning after
the revolution
PC one five two five
told me there was
no real solution
Bruised ribs and
a ripped up jacket
money all in the road
Sat down with
a big fat mac
screaming "what about
my way home"
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live...
in the real world
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live
in the real world...
Gettin' back
to an empty flat
hacked up and
even more
Screwed up wrappers
from a take away dinner
scattered all over the floor
This isn't glamorous
it's not rock and roll
this is England
on a Saturday night
this is a nation's soul
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live...
in the real world
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live
in the real world...
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live...
in the real world
There's no time...
for tears...
when you live
in the real world...