Beat up English
  In a beat up town
  And I'm beat up black and blue
  Oh, I do not have the energy
  And I'm beat up street
  And I'm beat up tight
  And we've been so drawn together, each other
  I do not have the energy
    And wisdom
  Trip over again
  Wisdom
  Trip over again
  You beat it
  Stepping stones
  Or standing up
  I'm shivering on stones
  Hot stones
    In a wipe down England
  With it's worn out grace
  With a picture postcard, baby, hallelujah
  I love your face
  In a wise up England
  To a wake up place
  Oh, I do not like the way you shower me
  No, I do not like the way you shower me
  And I do not have the energy
    In a beat up England
  With a beat up face
  It's a why oh why did I ever get lost in this?
  It's the tired old hands
  Come to tire me out
  And the tired old hands
  They yearn to shout
  But I do not have the energy