[Intro]
   

[Verse 1]
             
I've got dirt 

              
on my Reeboks 

     
from staying o

ut all night
             
I spent my las

              
t ten pounds o

       
n this pack of

 Marlborough L

ights
             
I phoned up St

              
evie, I said "


G, you alright

?"
              
He said "It's 

             
six in the mor

              
ning, brother!

          
 Get some shut

 eye!"

[Verse 2]
             
I feel a sense

              
 of wellbeing 

     
this time in t

he morning
             
Wear my heart 

              
out on my hood

             
ie while the c

ity is snoring
             
Drunks falling

              
 off the sidew

          
alks, get issu

ed a warning
             
Distant sirens

              
, they crescen

          
do like a symp

hony calling

[Verse 3]
             
This it the Br

              
itain I know, 

            
this is the Br

itain I love
             
There's poetry

              
 inside this c

           
ity if you lis

ten enough
             
Working class 

              
causalities ou

         
t on the stree

ts sleep rough
             
While a mother

              
 with her baby

           
 takes her pra

m to the pub

[Verse 3]
              
And while she'

             
s knocking the

              
m down, the co

      
st of living g

oes up
             
I can't relate

              
 to politician

             
s with their h

ead in the mud
             
I resonate wit

              
h messy Friday

            
s, with the bo

ys smoking bud
             
We do our bit 

              
to numb the st

           
ruggle, as bel

ow, so above

[Verse 4]
             
As as above, s

              
o below, here 

       
in the city we

 glow
             
I blow a smoke

              
 ring up to he

            
aven and it ma

kes a halo
             
And then the c

              
lock strikes s

              
even, guess it

   
's time to hea

d home
             
My companion i

              
s the city, so

     
 I'm never alo

ne

[Verse 5]
             
I'm stepping i

              
n and out of g

           
aps of the pav

ement cracks
             
And if I go to

              
 sleep now, th

        
at's an anti-c

limax
             
People rise fo

              
r work and the

 
 sun mirrors t

hat
             
A perfect juxt

              
aposition for 

              
those out on t

   
he lash

[Verse 6]
             
Bear with me, 

              
it's beautiful

    
, I think its 

irrefutable
             
There's beauty

              
 in a contradi

      
cting Britain.

.. Indisputabl

e
             
Junkie in a cu

            
bicle, that ol

d spoon is usa

ble
             
His mother's i

              
n a black suit

  
, crying at a 

funeral

[Verse 7]
             
Nine to five c

              
rucible, this 


route is not c

ommutable
             
A kid falls of

              
f the tracks a

           
nd then he ser

ves a stretch 

in Juvenal
             
Libbies at the

              
 Doleys but he

  
r dispositions

 humourful
             
While Davey's 

              
at the bookies

         
 and his mates

 call him delu

sional

[Verse 8]
             
Britain, drink

             
 it down and m


oan about the 

weather
             
When the sun s

              
tarts shining 

         
feel the facto

r 10 tremor
             
Boys will be b

             
oys, will be i


n it together
             
Until the fist

              
s start flying

              
 like they're 


Connor McGrego

r

[Verse 9]
              
And then he's 

             
out... I think

    
 he took it to

o far
             
I think the bo

              
y saw red, I t

        
hink he hit hi

m too hard
             
Now he's face 

              
down on the pa

              
vement with a 


face full of t

ar
             
Mad how small 

              
altercations c

   
an define who 

we are

[Verse 10]
             
That's my cue!

              
 I guess it's 


time to head h

ome
             
It's bitterswe

              
et how my high

           
 found its way

 to be low
             
And I've said 

              
it once before

     
, as above, so

 below
             
Living on the 

              
streets of Bri

              
tain you just 


go with the fl

ow

[Verse 11]
             
But I'm done..

      
. I'm out for 

the night
             
As the sun pai

              
nts the paveme

          
nts, I'll turn

 out the light
             
White noise on

              
 the radio to 


quiet my mind
             
Always was an 

              
over-thinker, 

         
just the way I

'm designed

[Verse 12]
             
Britain, drink

             
 it down and m


oan about the 

weather
             
When it's all 

              
said and done 

         
we'll be in it

 altogether
             
Boys will be b

             
oys, will be l


ike it forever
             
It's a bitters

              
weet symphony,

       
 we're birds o

f a feather