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

and 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 wipe down england
with it´s 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