Lyrics: Dirty Pretty Things. Tired Of England.

How can they be tired of England?
They'll never know the England that we know
Never know where the ones with the 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 greys, 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 sense 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 roofs is a pity though
Generations all cramped with their kids in tow

With the blues, the greys, 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

While the Queen of England sits on her throne
Off 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 Banbury Cross
Don't breathe a word about your loss
Don't trust Old Nick to fall on dawn
Half sized 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?