No Time for Tears

The morning after, the revolution P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution Bruised lips and a ripped up jacket Money all in the road Sat down with a big fat mac Screaming 'I'm on my way home' We're gonna get out the city We're gonna get out the way We've got cash in the kitty We're gonna get our way Gotta get out Gotta get out There's no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world Gettin' back to a empty flat Hacked up and even more Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner Scattered all over the floor This isn't glamorous It's not rock and 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've got cash in the kitty We're gonna get our way Gotta get out Gotta get out There's no time for tears When you live In the real world There's no time for tears When you live In the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world There's no time for tears When you live in the real world