The morning after the revolution
Pc 1525 tells me there's no real solution
Bruised ribs and a ripped up jacket, money all in the road
Some man with a big fat mouth screaming while I'm on my way home

We're gonna get out the city, we're gonna get out the way
We're gonna cash in the kitty, we're gonna get on a plane
We're gonna get out the city, we're gonna get out the way
We're gonna cash in the kitty, we're gonna get on a plane

There's no time for tears when ya live in the real world
There's no time for tears when ya live in the real world

Gettin back to an empty flat, head thumping even more
Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner scattered all over the floor
This isn't glamorous, it's not rock n roll, this is england on a saturday night, this is a nation's soul

We're gonna get out the city, we're gonna get out the way
We're gonna cash in the kitty, we're gonna get on a plane
We're gonna get out the city, we're gonna get out the way
We're gonna cash in the kitty, we're gonna get on a plane

There's no time for tears when ya live in the real world
There's no time for tears when ya live in the real world