Smalltown England Lyrics - New Model Army

Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down 

There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside 

About quarter to eight and we'll go into town 

And find out what everybody's been saying about us 

Smalltown walls have eyes and ears 

Stories fly thick and fast round here 

Truth and lies are all the same 

Whatever you do don't rock the boat 

You've got to play the game, play the game 

Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? 

Is it a crime to believe in something different? 

Is it a crime to want to make things happen? 

To spit in the faces of the cynical fools 

The incrowd know that the shell is thin 

So they all protect the cage they're in 

Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again 

No tears of rage, no cries of pain 

Nothing ventured, nothing gained 

In smalltown England 

Because the world outside the pint in hand 

Is all so hard to understand 

And if visions of the world come clear 

They're not allowed to interfere 

Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . 

The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry 

Diesel fumes from a passing lorry 

Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain 

For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane 

Well, last week we all got really smashed 

We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh 

And this week's going to be just the same 

And the next and the next, again and again 

They say you've got to have fun while you're young 

'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this