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Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
B5
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home
We drink, we smoke
We barely cope
We smile, we're broke
It's tough being broke in Britain
We drink, we smoke
We barely cope
We smile, we're broke
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're all Jack the lads
Waiting for some luck on our side
Can't call it a night
Yeah, every weekend high
We drink to mask our pain
That pain in our eyes
We're them sunset ravers
Yeah, we dance all night
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
Broken Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
It's tough being broke in Britain
We're living in broken Britain
A place full of lost souls and no hope
Taking up bad habits on the weekend
Yeah, we can't cope
Fixing our bullet wounds with alcohol and a quick smoke
We mask our true emotions with a piss-take and a quick joke, yeah
That's just the way we are
We tend to bury our feelings
We cry when no one's watching, that's just our way of healing
Hands to the ceiling
As these lights go off
There's smoke in the place
I don't wanna go home