Smalltown England Lyrics

	作词 : Morrow, Sullivan
	Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
	There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside
	About quarter to eight and we'll go into town
	And find out what everybody's been saying about us
	Smalltown walls have eyes and ears
	Stories fly thick and fast round here
	Truth and lies are all the same
	Whatever you do don't rock the boat
	You've got to play the game, play the game
	Ch: 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 fools
	The incrowd know that the shell is thin
	So they all protect the cage they're in
	Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again
	No tears of rage, no cries of pain
	Nothing ventured, nothing gained
	In smalltown England
	Because the world outside the pint in hand
	Is all so hard to understand
	And if visions of the world come clear
	They're not allowed to interfere
	Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . .
	The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry
	Diesel fumes from a passing lorry
	Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain
	For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane
	Well, last week we all got really smashed
	We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh
	And this week's going to be just the same
	And the next and the next, again and again
	They say you've got to have fun while you're young
	'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this

	zuo ci : Morrow, Sullivan
	Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
	There' s a pub in the corner and I' ll meet you inside
	About quarter to eight and we' ll go into town
	And find out what everybody' s been saying about us
	Smalltown walls have eyes and ears
	Stories fly thick and fast round here
	Truth and lies are all the same
	Whatever you do don' t rock the boat
	You' ve got to play the game, play the game
	Ch: 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 fools
	The incrowd know that the shell is thin
	So they all protect the cage they' re in
	Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again
	No tears of rage, no cries of pain
	Nothing ventured, nothing gained
	In smalltown England
	Because the world outside the pint in hand
	Is all so hard to understand
	And if visions of the world come clear
	They' re not allowed to interfere
	Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . .
	The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry
	Diesel fumes from a passing lorry
	Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain
	For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane
	Well, last week we all got really smashed
	We couldn' t stand up, it was a real laugh
	And this week' s going to be just the same
	And the next and the next, again and again
	They say you' ve got to have fun while you' re young
	' Cause they can' t believe there' s anything else except this

	zuò cí : Morrow, Sullivan
	Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
	There' s a pub in the corner and I' ll meet you inside
	About quarter to eight and we' ll go into town
	And find out what everybody' s been saying about us
	Smalltown walls have eyes and ears
	Stories fly thick and fast round here
	Truth and lies are all the same
	Whatever you do don' t rock the boat
	You' ve got to play the game, play the game
	Ch: 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 fools
	The incrowd know that the shell is thin
	So they all protect the cage they' re in
	Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again
	No tears of rage, no cries of pain
	Nothing ventured, nothing gained
	In smalltown England
	Because the world outside the pint in hand
	Is all so hard to understand
	And if visions of the world come clear
	They' re not allowed to interfere
	Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . .
	The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry
	Diesel fumes from a passing lorry
	Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain
	For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane
	Well, last week we all got really smashed
	We couldn' t stand up, it was a real laugh
	And this week' s going to be just the same
	And the next and the next, again and again
	They say you' ve got to have fun while you' re young
	' Cause they can' t believe there' s anything else except this

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