Written by Michael Coles/Robert Coles
INTRO: C#m B C#m B VERSE 1: C#m B (E B) Economic downturn you can get a job C#m B Apologetic parents you can get a job C#m B (E B) Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow C#m B And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallowVERSE 2: C#m B (E B) Terror on the pavement, panic in the street C#m B Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets C#m B Sometimes I lie awake for hours, feeling so synthetic C#m B While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epicC#m B In the B R I T I say British Isles C#m B The streets are bleak, the kids are running wildBRIDGE: C#m Leeds screaming, Bristol torn B Belfast and Hull forlorn C#m Oxford dreaming in denial B With all it's gleaming spires C#m Stoke bleeding, Glasgow yawns B Dundee and Cardiff mourn C#m York breaking, Sheffield cries B All fears are multipliedC#m B It's the B R I T I say British Isles C#m B The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild C#m Terribly bold they try so hard B Never look up to see the stars C#m B In the B R I T I say British IslesOUTRO: C#m B C#m BC#m B In the B R I T I say British Isles C#m B The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild C#m Terribly bold they try so hard B Never look up to see the stars C#m B In the B R I T I say British Isles
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