I'VE ALWAYS HAD TO FIND THE TIME
GUESS WHAT?
NOTHING COMES EASILY
I FIND IT HARD TO CLEAR MY MIND
OF ALL THIS SHIT
EVERYONE KNOWS
I WILL REMAIN ALONE
I ALWAYS HATE THE ONES I LOVE
GUESS THAT'S ALWAYS COME NATURALLY
PARANOIA FITS LIKE A GLOVE
WHEN THAT IS GONE
I WILL NOT KNOW
GUESS WHAT?
EVERYTHING FLOWS
WE'VE SPENT YEARS LIVING AROUND HERE
IN THE SHADOW OF PUBLIC HOUSES
WE TELL OURSELVES THAT IT'S ALL GOOD FUN
THAT NOTHING IS WRONG
NO, NO NOTHING IS WRONG
WE WONDER THROUGH EACH DIM-LIT STREET
NEAR WHERE THE DIRTY OLD THAMES FLOWS
AND MARKS IN EVERY FACE I MEET
MARKS OF WEAKNESS
MARKS OF WOE
THIS IS ENGLAND
WHATEVER THAT MEANS TO YOU....