The Company Car Another soul dies in a tenement in England Takes his first ride in a company car His family will pay all their lives for this service Dictated to them by economics and the law
oh England! My heart goes out to you tonight
Hanging around in the shopping blocks and precincts Some kid from school is on his way home he sees his dreams in a mobile phone shop window And builds a microcosm of his own
oh England! My heart goes out to you tonight
Can this be real, can this be true? Is this really all there is to life? Is this the vision that we had in the past? A country built from sellotape and glue?
And as the rain slants down and washes the colour from the streets We hide in pubs and houses in front of old TVs With the colour set to maximum in the hope that it can reach The heart of our innermost despair