This England made me
Between the war and [the] rockets flying
[And from] the crib [it] saves me
And teach me wrong and right
Then the world was talking
[But] never got its chance to say
When there's too much talking
Nobody hears the words you say
You won't see
[And] baby now I [won't hear]
These blind communications
Only last throughout the year
And half of what we're saying
Is halfway [near the] truth
And blind communications
For a million hearts and fools
I am a witness
To a land of a million fools
All placing bets on life
Then hate the ones [who] lose
And all [who're] lonely
Never get the chance to say
That their one and only
Would be the chance to even play
Repeat Chorus
Hello Monday
The [weekend's] just a blur
I've been burning bridges
And now I'm begging at your door
So I keep on working
'Cause it's a chance for me to pay
[For] too much talking
When you believe the words I say