Though I love the rain
And I love the grey
And I love the estates
Where the flags decay
England's always better
As you're pulling away
England's always better
As you're pulling away

Though I love the rain
And I love the grey
And I love the estates
Where the flags decay
England's always better
As you're pulling away
England's always better
As you're pulling away

No, you don't back down
As you're driving through town
But control yourself
'Cause this is not our town
smile and a joke
And then a line of coke
Watch the sun going down
On [bad word] crown
All apologies and queues
And bright red people
With ludicrous views
And the last day of summer
Trickles down the drain

Tears for the wedding
And smiles for the funeral
Stay in your car
You know you're not as useful as you were
Oh what now
I came to your school fete
I'm a sucker for a raffle
I couldn't see the trees
But I could smell the rotten apples
Quick, everyone inside
We're wait until the rain ends
Was our year cursed
Another dead school friend burns away

Tears for the weddings
Smiles for the funeral
Stay in the car
You know you're not as useful as you were
Oh, what now
Where ridicule is something to be proud of
Mopeds buzzing by
Like angry wasps in the dying light

Tears for the weddings
And smiles for the funeral
Stay in the car
You know you're not as useful as you were
Oh, what now
See the sun going down on [bad word] crown
Feel the [bad word] down [bad word] crown
See the sun going down in [bad word] crown

England's always better
As you're pulling away
England's always better
As you're pulling away