Lyrics Tired Of England - 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
To carry them back to the place below
With the blues, the greys, 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 sense 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 all cramped with their kids in tow
With the blues, the greys, 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 Old Nick to fall on dawn
Half sized 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?