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 England's always better As you're pulling away
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 England's always better As you're pulling away
No, you don't back down As you're driving through town But control yourself 'Cause 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 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
England's always better As you're pulling away England's always better As you're pulling away