New Model Army - Small Town England Lyrics
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards downThere's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you insideAbout quarter to eight and we'll go into townAnd find out what everybody's been saying about usSmalltown walls have eyes and earsStories fly thick and fast round hereTruth and lies are all the sameWhatever you do don't rock the boatYou've got to play the game, play the gameChorus:Is it a crime to want something else?Is it a crime to believe in something different?Is it a crime to want to make things happen?To spit in the faces of the cynical foolsThe incrowd know that the shell is thinSo they all protect the cage they're inGet drunk and stoned and wrecked againNo tears of rage, no cries of painNothing ventured, nothing gainedIn smalltown EnglandBecause the world outside the pint in handIs all so hard to understandAnd if visions of the world come clearThey're not allowed to interfereChorus:Is it a crime to want something else? . . .The smell of hot food from the takeaway curryDiesel fumes from a passing lorryWaiting in the queue in the pouring rainFor the chip shop up on Bowling LaneWell, last week we all got really smashedWe couldn't stand up, it was a real laughAnd this week's going to be just the sameAnd the next and the next, again and againThey say you've got to have fun while you're young'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this.
