Hot Stones Lyrics - Tanita Tikaram

I beat up English in a beat up town 

And I'm beat up black and blue 

Oh, I do not have the energy 

And I'm beat up street, and I'm beat up tight 

And we've been so drawn together, each other 

I do not have the energy 

Wisdom, trip over again 

Wisdom, trip over again 

You beat it, stepping stones or standing up 

I'm shivering on stones, hot stones 

In a wiped down England with its worn out grace 

With a picture postcard, baby, hallelujah, I love your face 

In a wise up England to a wake up place 

Oh, I do not like the way you shower me 

No, I do not like the way you shower me 

And I do not have the energy 

In a beat up England with a beat up face 

It's a why, oh, why did I ever get lost in this? 

It's the tired old hands, come to tire me out 

And the tired old hands, they yearn to shout 

But I do not have the energy