No Time for Tears - The Enemy

The morning after, the revolution

P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution

Bruised lips and a ripped up jacket

Money all in the road

Sat down with a big fat mac

Screaming ‘what about my way home

We’re gonna get out the city

We’re gonna get out the way

We’ve got cash in the kitty

We’re gonna get our way

Gotta get old

Gotta get old

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

Gettin' back to a empty flat

Hacked up and even more

Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner

Scattered all over the floor

This isn’t glamorous

It’s not rock and roll

This is England on a Saturday night

This is a nation’s soul

We’re gonna get out the city

We’re gonna get out the way

We’ve got cash in the kitty

We’re gonna get our way

Gotta get old

Gotta get old

There’s no time for tears

When you live

In the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live

In the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world