By/My/Song

You never alter, you're always you
Everything's breaking, but I don't care
Smash the rest up, burn it down
Put us in the corner 'cause we're into ideas

Take these edges, they're inside out
No one will notice, they're looking elsewhere
We can be honest, we call it off
We've got the choice if it all goes wrong

We walk
We walk
We walk
We walk

You see the changes in things that come
It's how you deal with it when switching off
Make a decision, a precondition
We've got the choice if it all goes wrong

We walk
We walk
We walk
We walk

Where nothing makes you feel good...

We've got the choice if it all goes wrong
We walk
We walk (if it all goes wrong)
We walk
We walk (if it all goes wrong)

We walk
We walk (it makes you feel good, it makes you feel god)
We walk
We walk (when it all goes wrong)

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?