We talk shit, we take drugs,nPlay cute games, we waste time,nI never know where we've been.nOn common ground we make lovenIn graveyards and afterwardsnI never know where we've been.nnOn the train home, my arms ache,nMy lungs burn, a lost man,nI never know what you mean.nBut I love you, I always will,nYou're delicate when you stand stillnI never know what you mean.nnWe could be something real if we really trynThis land is yours, this land is minenBut it may be too late to get cleannOf all our greed.nnPanic attack at Sainsbury'snAt checkout 12 on her kneesnAnd I didn't know where she'd beennShe saw the truth - it broke hernI didn't know what to donAnd I didn't know what she'd seennnRun away: leave the fools and the smoke behindnThis land is yours, this land is minenBut it may be too late to get cleannOf all our greed.nnI still ate meat in the Eighties:nIt's too late for menI still ate meat in the Eighties:nIt's too late for mennRun away: leave the fools and the smoke behindnThis land is yours, this land is minenWe could be something real if we really trynWe could steal back the real countrysidenRun away: leave the fools and the smoke behindnThis land is yours, this land is minenWe could be something real if we really trynWe could steal back the real countrysidenI believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!nI believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!nI believe I'll be buried in the English Earth!nnWe talk shit, we take drugs,nPlay cute games, we waste time,nI wish I know where we'd been.