[00:00.00] 作词 : Clash
[00:00.15]They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
[00:03.78]Of the respected  gentlemen
[00:07.53]They say it would be wine  an' roses
[00:11.94]If England were for Englishmen again
[00:18.36]I saw a dirty overcoat  at the foot of the pillar of the road
[00:25.41]Propped inside was an old man  whose time  would not erode
[00:31.59]When  the night  was snapped by sirens  those blue lights circled past
[00:39.24]The dance hall called for an' ambulance  the bars all closed up fast
[00:46.29]My silence  gazing at the ceiling  while roaming the single room
[00:53.37]I thought the old man could help me  if he could explain the gloom
[01:00.45]You really think it all new, you really think about it too
[01:07.50]The old man scoffed as he spoke to me  I'll tell you a thing or two
[01:14.73]I missed  the fourteen- eighteen  war  but not the sorrow afterwards
[01:21.33]With my father dead  and my mother ran off
[01:25.11]My brothers took the pay of hoods
[01:28.62]The twenties turned the north was dead
[01:32.13]The hunger strike came marching south
[01:35.52]At the garden  party not a word was said
[01:39.18]The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
[01:42.81]The next war began and my ship  sailed  with battle orders written red
[01:49.89]In five long years of  bullets and shells  left ten million dead
[01:56.85]The few returned to old Piccadilly  we limped around  Leicester Square
[02:03.93]The world was  busy  rebuilding itself  the architects  could not care
[02:11.10]How could we know when I was young  all the changes that  were to come
[02:17.73]All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
[02:21.09]And now the terror of the scientific sun
[02:24.48]There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
[02:28.50]They taught you how to touch your cap
[02:31.77]Through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace, England never closed  this  gap
[02:38.94]So leave me now the moon is up but  remember all the tales I tell
[02:46.05]The memories  that you have dredged up  are on letters forwarded from hell
[03:20.88]The streets were by now deserted
[03:24.84]The gangs had  trudged off home
[03:28.50]The lights clicked out  in the bed sits
[03:32.01]Old England was all alone