積分
演出藝人
EV
聲樂
EFAN
混音師
Fraser T. Smith
電子琴
Matt Wills
編程
Harry Jack
鋼琴
詞曲
Matt Wills
作曲
Harry Jack
作曲
Evan Scase
作曲
製作與工程團隊
EFAN
製作人
Fraser T. Smith
製作人
Louis Rogove
助理錄音師
Matt Wills
製作人
Scott Barnett
工程師
Jamie Snell
混音師
Jeremy Cooper
母帶工程師
歌詞
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
B5
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home
We drink, we smoke
We barely cope
We smile, we're broke
It's tough being broke in Britain
We drink, we smoke
We barely cope
We smile, we're broke
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're all Jack the lads
Waiting for some luck on our side
Can't call it a night
Yeah, every weekend high
We drink to mask our pain
That pain in our eyes
We're them sunset ravers
Yeah, we dance all night
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home
Written by: Evan Scase, Harry Jack, Matt Wills
