Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is english and climbs the hills
Can’t tell the [bad word] from the lies
Screaming along in south london
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is [bad word] 
Sometimes but always in vain

So I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn’t [bad word] at silver and gold
Screaming above central london
Never born, so I’ll never get old

So I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Day afte