The things you see in tower blocks
All battlefields and sacrifice
The bravado of the first picked lock
England shirts and a bowl of rice
Nothing breaks my heart like a patriot
Who knows nothing of romance

CHORUS
Don't put me through tomorrow
Don't put me through the next day
(x a few)
There's some new kind of sorrow
Everybody knows the way...

Riot police and a neighbour on the brown
How could this street be paved with gold?
The fellow downstairs never makes a sound
Doesn't speak the language so he does what he's told
Nothing breaks my heart like a boy of ten
Rolling himself a joint

CHORUS

GUITAR SOLO, BASS AND SECOND GUITAR CUT OUT AND EVENTUALLY BUILD BACK IN

CHORUS

(Just one guitar)
Swearing is a kind of poetry
In an argument next door...