I went to the chip shop
Then wandered around in the frost...

The time you're most gorgeous to me
Is when you're sobbing uncontrollably...

Outside
The storm sends rain...

It's only me whoever I am
Please come in whoever you are...

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

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

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

As you put the boot in, after it all kicked off
Did you think "oh it's ok, it's just some...

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

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...

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