We talk shit, we take drugs,
Play cute games, we waste time,
I never know where we've been.
On common ground we make love
In graveyards and afterwards
I never know where we've been.
On the train home, my arms ache,
My lungs burn, a lost man,
I never know what you mean.
But I love you, I always will,
You're delicate when you stand still
I never know what you mean.
We could be something real if we really try
This land is yours, this land is mine
But it may be too late to get clean
Of all our greed.
Panic attack at Sainsbury's
At checkout 12 on her knees
And I didn't know where she'd been
She saw the truth - it broke her
I didn't know what to do
And I didn't know what she'd seen
Run away: leave the fools and the smoke behind
This land is yours, this land is mine
But it may be too late to get clean
Of all our greed.
I still ate meat in the Eighties:
It's too late for me
I still ate meat in the Eighties:
It's too late for me
Run away: leave the fools and the smoke behind
This land is yours, this land is mine
We could be something real if we really try
We could steal back the real countryside
Run away: leave the fools and the smoke behind
This land is yours, this land is mine
We could be something real if we really try
We could steal back the real countryside
I believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!
I believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!
I believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!
We talk shit, we take drugs,
Play cute games, we waste time,
I wish I know where we'd been.