Though I love the rain and I love the grey
And I love the estates where the flags decay
England's always better as you're pulling away
No, you don't back down, as you're driving through town
But control yourself, 'cos this is not our town
A smile and a joke and then a line of coke
Watch the sun going down on our rusty crown
All apologies and queues and bright red people with ludicrous views
And the last day of summer trickles down the drain
Tears for the wedding and smiles for the funeral
Stay in your car, you know you're not as useful as you were
Oh what now?
I came to your school fete, I'm a sucker for a raffle
I couldn't see the trees but I could smell the rotten apples
Quick, everyone inside, we're wait until the rain ends
Was our year cursed?
Another dead school friend burns away
Tears for the weddings, smiles for the funeral
Stay in the car, you know you're not as useful as you were
Oh, what now?
Where ridicule is something to be proud of
Mopeds buzzing by like angry wasps in the dying light
Tears weddings for the weddings and smiles for the funeral
Stay in the car, you know you're not as useful as you were
Oh, what now?
See the sun going down on our rusty crown
Feel the blood running down our rusty crown
See the sun going down in our rusty crown