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