Smalltown England

Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down
 There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside
 About quarter to eight and we'll go into town
 And find out what everybody's been saying about us
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 Well, smalltown walls have eyes and ears
 Stories fly thick and fast round 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
 play the game, play the game
 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
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 Well, the incrowd know that the shell is thin
 So 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
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 Because the world outside the pint in hand
 Is all so hard to understand
 And if visions of the world come clear
 They're not allowed to interfere
 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
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 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
 'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this
 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
 Is it a crime to want something else?
 In smalltown England, in smalltown England