Tired Of England Lyrics - Singles - Dirty Pretty Things

How can they be tired of England? 

They'll never know the England that we know 

Never know where the ones with 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 grays 

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 rudes is a pity though 

Generations of cramps with their kids in tow 

With the blues, the grays 

The green, the brown 

To lonely nights uptown 

Don't let them bring you down 

Lonely nights uptown 

They'll never bring us down, no 

While the queen of England sits on her throne 

Of 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 the Banbury-Cross 

Don't breathe a word about your loss 

Jack Frost, old Nick to follow down 

With cut 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?