This england made me
Between the war and a rockets flying
You found the crib that saves me
And teach me wrong and right

Then the world was talking
It never got it’s chance to say
When there’s too much talking
Nobody hears the words you say

You won’t see
Baby now I want you
These [bad word] Only last throughout the year
And half of what we’re saying
Is halfway in a [bad word] And [bad word] For a million hearts and fools

I am a witness
To a land of a million fools
All placing bets on life
Then hate the ones you lose
And all the lonely
Never get the chance to say
That their one and only
Would be the chance to even play

Repeat [bad word] 
Hello monday
The week is just a blur
I’ve been burning bridges
And now I’m begging at your door
So I keep on working
’cause it’s a chance for me to pay
But too much talking
When you believe the words I say