News in the city   Breaks without pity   Long after the war has ended   We're still in fatigues      Up against it   The higher you fly, the further you fall   Up against it   Wondering why we fought after all      Such a cold winter   With scenes as slow as Pinter   Synchronize your watches   There's still time to kill      Up against it   Drinking this swill to sweeten the pill   Up against it   The more that it hurts the less that it works      Wrapped up in nostalgia   To queue for a show   Back to Trafalgar   One kiss then I'll go      So deep in quicklime   The bones of an old crime   I knew a man who raked them over   He's still suffering      Up against it   Buried so deep it gives me the creeps   Up against it   The longer you hate the more that it grates      Up against it   Look left then right and run for your life   Up against it   The more that it hurts the less that it works