Letra da Música: Smalltown England - New Model Army

Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
There's a pub on the corner and I'll meet you inside
At quarter to eight and we'll go into town
And find out what everybody's been saying
About us

Smalltown walls have eyes and ears
Stories fly thick and fast around here
Truth and lies are all the same
Whatever you do don't rock the boat
You've got to play the game, play the game

Ch: - Is it a crime to want something else
Is it a crime to believe in something different
Is it a crime to want to make things happen
To spit in the faces of the cynical fools

The incrowd know that the shell is thin
They all protect the cage they're in
Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again
No tears of rage, no cries of pain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
In smalltown England

The world outside the joint in hand
Is all so hard to understand
And if visions of the world come clear
They're not allowed to interfere

Ch: - Is it a crime . . . . .

The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry
Diesel fumes from a passing lorry
Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain
For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane
Well last week we all got really smashed
We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh
And this week's going to be just the same
And the next and the next, again and again
They say you've got to have fun while you're young
'Cos they can't believe there's anything else except this