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