They say immigrants steal the hubcapsOf the respected gentlemenThey say it would be wine an' rosesIf England were fo
r Englishmen againWell I saw a dirty overcoatAt the foot of the pillar of the roadPropped inside was an old manWhom time w
ould not erodeWhen the night was snapped by sirensThose blue lights circled fastThe dancehall called for an' ambulanceThe b
ars all closed up fastMy silence gazing at the ceilingWhile roaming the single roomI thought the old man could help meIf h
e could explain the gloomYou really think it's all newYou really think about it tooThe old man scoffed as he spoke to meI'l
l tell you a thing or twoI missed the fourteen-eighteen warBut not the sorrow afterwardsWith my father dead and my mother r
an offMy brothers took the pay of hoodsThe twenties turned the north was deadThe hunger strike came marching southAt the ga
rden party not a word was saidThe ladies lifted cake to their mouthsThe next war began and my ship sailedWith battle orders
writ in bedIn five long years of bullets and shellsWe left tem million deadThe few returned to old PiccadilyWe limped arou
nd Leicster SquareThe world was busy rebuilding itselfThe architects could not careBut how could we know when I was youngA
ll the canges that were to come?All the photos in the wallets on the battlefieldAnd now the terror of the scientific sunTher
e was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogsThey taught you how to touch your capBut through strikes an' famine an' war a
n' peaceEngland never closed this gapSo leave me now the moon is upBut remember all