To carry them back to the place below
To lonely nights uptown
We'll never be tired of England
Generations of cramps with their kids in tow
To channel the pain and the pity's woe
In casinos on crystal meth
How can they be tired of England?
In casinos on crystal meth
But moving along in the same old ways
To lonely nights uptown
So sing your song of the Banbury-Cross
The green, the brown
Don't let them bring you down
Don't drink yourself to a lonely death
Don't breathe a word about your loss
With cut price cars and top shelf porn
With the blues, the grays
How can they be tired of England?
United in rain in the cities
Generation of hope that sees better days
The scents in the air on a warm day
Don't drink yourself to a lonely death
Never know where the ones with dreams go, no
Never notice the skies with their eyes down low
How can they be tired of London
We'll never be tired of London
They'll never bring us down, no
Don't let them bring you down
Lonely nights uptown
The green, the brown
While the queen of England sits on her throne
With the blues, the grays
How can they be tired of England?
Don't let them bring us down, no
Jack Frost, old Nick to follow down
Lonely nights uptown
The state of the rudes is a pity though
Of bingo cards and chicken bones
From Clerkenwell into the city
