The morning after the revolution
PC 1525 tells me there’s no real solution.
Bruised ribs and a ripped up jacket, money all in the road.
Some man with a big fat mouth screaming while I’m on my way home!

We’re gonna get out the city, we’re gonna get out the way, we’re gonna cash in the kitty, we’re gonna get on a plane.

We’re gonna get out the city, we’re gonna get out the way, we’re gonna cash in the kitty, we’re gonna get on a plane.

There’s no time for tears when ya live in the real world.
There’s no time for tears when ya live in the real world.

Gettin back to an empty flat, head thumping even more,
screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner scattered all over the floor.
This isn’t glamorous, it’s not rock n roll, this is England on a Saturday night, this is a nation’s soul!

We’re gonna get out the city, we’re gonna get out the way, we’re gonna cash in the kitty, we’re gonna get on a plane.

We’re gonna get out the city, we’re gonna get out the way, we’re gonna cash in the kitty, we’re gonna get on a plane.

There’s no time for tears when ya live in the real world.
There’s no time for tears when ya live in the real world.