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