Dirty Pretty Things - Tired of England lyrics

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 d**h In casinos on crystal meth Don't drink yourself to a lonely d**h 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 p**n 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?