Dirty Pretty Things - Tired of england

^AbHow can they be tired of ^FmEngland? They'l^Abl never know the England that w^Fme know Never ^C#know where the ones with d^Ereams go, no Never ^C#notice the skies with their^E eyes down low ^F# We'll ^Abnever be tired of E^Fmngland United^Ab in rain in the cit^Fmies To ch^C#annel the pain and the pity^E's woe To ca^C#rry them back to the place^E below W^F#ith the blues, the grays The green, the brown

To lonely n^Bights uptown Don't let them^F# bring you down Lonely n^Bights uptown Don't let them ^F#bring us down, n^Ebo

How^Ab can they be tired of ^FmLondon ^AbThe scents in the air on ^Fma warm day Gener^C#ation of hope that sees ^Ebetter days But m^C#oving along in the sa^Eme old ways^F# We'^Abll never be tired of L^Fmondon Fro^Abm Clerkenwell into the c^Fmity The s^C#tate of the rudes is a p^Eity though Gener^C#ations of cramps with^E their kids^F# in tow ^F#With the blues, the grays The green, the brown

To lonely n^Bights uptown Don't let them^F# bring you down Lonely n^Bights uptown Don't let them ^F#bring us down, n^Ebo

While the^E queen of England sits o^C#mn her throne Of b^Eingo cards and chicke^C#mn bones ^Eb

^AbDon't drink^F# yourself to a lonely death In casinos on crystal meth Don't drink yourself to a lonely death In casinos on crystal meth So sing your song of the Banbury-Cross Don't breathe a word about your loss Jack Frost, old Nick to follow down With cut price cars and top shelf porn ^AbHow can the^F#y be tired of England? How can they be tired of England? How can they be tired of England? How can they be tired of England?