townshend.pete/english_boy

from townshend.pete/psychoderelict



i'm an english boy

i was brought up right

hold me down

and i will bite

i know no fear

i serve with joy

i'm proud to be here

an english boy



i feel like a stray dog

blurred like a movie

you say you've come to arrrest me

but you're just trying to test me

i'm bored with your prejudice

spreading like a fever

your promises to train me

are just attempts to restrain me



i'm an english boy

precisely made

you can pin me down

i am not afraid

i show no fear

i will serve with joy

i'm proud to be here

an english boy



use me like a headline

cut pieces to pieces

i'm black on the tube line

red on the touch-line

freezing up the future

stopping every stop-watch

you say we're moving like an oil slick

thicker than a house brick



i'm an english boy

i was brought up right

if you raise your dress

then i will bite

my voice is clear

i got perfect poise

good to be down here

with all the english boys



and i don't know where i am now

or where i'm gonna go

i keep going round and round on the circle line

like some demented kind of fool in the mirror

trying to avoid paying for my ticket

i'm a lost soul

i read about myself in the newspapers

i'm a pig

i'm a thug

i've got nowhere to go but down



feel like i'm kicking at a dead man

kicking in the chorus

i'm broken by hatred

while politicians just ignore us

you never gave me any value

you didn't give me any reason

there's no tools, and no toys

for any english boys



i'm an english boy

i was brought up right

hold me down

and i will bite

i know no fear

i serve with joy

i'm proud to be here

an english boy



i'm an english boy

no tools, no toys for any english boys....