Beat up English  In a beat up town  And I'm beat up black and blue  Oh, I do not have the energy  And I'm beat up street  And I'm beat up tight  And we've been so drawn together, each other  I do not have the energy    And wisdom  Trip over again  Wisdom  Trip over again  You beat it  Stepping stones  Or standing up  I'm shivering on stones  Hot stones    In a wipe down England  With it's worn out grace  With a picture postcard, baby, hallelujah  I love your face  In a wise up England  To a wake up place  Oh, I do not like the way you shower me  No, I do not like the way you shower me  And I do not have the energy    In a beat up England  With a beat up face  It's a why oh why did I ever get lost in this?  It's the tired old hands  Come to tire me out  And the tired old hands  They yearn to shout  But I do not have the energy