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...

I work in the service station
A little outside of Grays...

The snouts have come up empty
The fifth floor's patience is wearing thin...

I am the drummer boy for the Tooting Popular Front
Waiting for the revolution to come...

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