Just like the autumn
When leaves turn brown and fall upon
When you're facing up to trouble
And your mind has drawn
Nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's so old it's a
Always seems to be the same round here
Town full of
I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we
"We'd like to help you." the consul said
"But there's nothing
It was nothing like that in my day, not here
Ain't got no money but I don't give a
You had us almost believing
we were good enough for
Walk the streets at midnight
As the rain pours down and
Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good
Just
Oh it must seem so romantic
When the fighting's over there
And
Gimme a country that's red white and blue
Gimme the British
Cos you know that you please them all that way
And
Well you get your entertainment
Through a corporate plan
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