New Model Army

Smalltown England

New Model Army


Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down 
There's a pub on the corner and I'll meet you inside 
At quarter to eight and we'll go into town 
And find out what everybody's been saying 
About us 

Smalltown walls have eyes and ears 
Stories fly thick and fast around here 
Truth and lies are all the same 
Whatever you do don't rock the boat 
You've got to play the game, play the game 

Ch: - Is it a crime to want something else 
Is it a crime to believe in something different 
Is it a crime to want to make things happen 
To spit in the faces of the cynical fools 

The incrowd know that the shell is thin 
They all protect the cage they're in 
Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again 
No tears of rage, no cries of pain 
Nothing ventured, nothing gained 
In smalltown England 

The world outside the joint in hand 
Is all so hard to understand 
And if visions of the world come clear 
They're not allowed to interfere 

Ch: - Is it a crime . . . . . 

The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry 
Diesel fumes from a passing lorry 
Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain 
For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane 
Well last week we all got really smashed 
We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh 
And this week's going to be just the same 
And the next and the next, again and again 
They say you've got to have fun while you're young 
'Cos they can't believe there's anything else except this