It's tattooed on the arm of the racist
It's worn on the boxers of the thug...

I still hadn't been able to forgive you
Your drunken seduction of someone else...

I'm having a time telling the difference
Between the genuine and the steam of phonies...

Outside
The storm sends rain...

The scuffles used to work
When you were major players...

The reason we're not attention seeking?
We don't want to show what we've done...

The sounds of the seagulls is still the same
Ss the first time I heard them the first time we...

We've all been comfortable and wanted nothing more
We've all been treated like royalty...

Cries still haunt the fields of Britain
The moanings of Roundheads and Cavaliers...

Our romance
It is the Tescos of romance...

No one could say you're unattractive
Because it simply wouldn't be true...

The pub always looks so big when it's empty
It's such a depressing thought...