The morning after, the revolution P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution Bruised lips and a ripped up jacket Money all in the road Sat down with a big fat mac Screaming ‘what about my way home
We’re gonna get out the city We’re gonna get out the way We’ve got cash in the kitty We’re gonna get our way Gotta get old Gotta get old
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 a 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
We’re gonna get out the city We’re gonna get out the way We’ve got cash in the kitty We’re gonna get our way Gotta get old Gotta get old
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
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 worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
