The morning after, the revolution
P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution
Bruised ribs and a ripped up jacket

Money all in the road
Some bum with a big fat mouth
Screaming 'what about my way home'


We're gonna get out the city
We're gonna get out the way

We've got cash in the kitty
We're gonna get on a plane
Gotta get on

Gotta get on

There's no time for tears

When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world


Gettin' back to a empty flat
Head thumpin' even more

Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner
Scattered all over the floor
This isn't glamorous

It's not rock and 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've got cash in the kitty
We're gonna get on a plane
Gotta get on

Gotta get on

There's no time for tears

When you live
In the real world
There's no time for tears

When you live
In the real world


There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There's no time for tears

When you live in the real world
There's no time for tears
When you live in the real world