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Oh England, oh the gloomI just left my horribly lonely roomI walked to the church where I would playThe cold grey August dayBefore I went on, I knew you were thereBut I put it on like I didn't careJust played and sang as well as I couldIf we were to meet, well then we wouldWhen I saw your face, yea it was stillThat one from those early harmony fillsThere on that dark Manchester nightA riot began but things felt alrightOff to a pub with chatty young BritsListening to all of their horseshitGlanced at your boots, that watch on your wristHow do I pull you away?Where are you staying?"Down the street"Could I help you off of your sleepy feet?Your eyes are far and glazyCould I walk you back? Don't be crazyCrazy crazyCould I have this night and sing you to sleep?Crazy crazyMorning came, a note from the deskLetras de cancionesBelfast, you asked, and I said yesI earned my share and polished my shoesBut nothing would kill my UK bluesUK UK bluesFrom the top of my headTo the heels of my shoesUK UK bluesInside my headAnd inside my shoesMet up on that Main Street of townPlaying to a half empty room of clownsWhen I was done, some drunk IrishmanSaid worst night I've had since Bill CallahanHad some laughs and signed autographsGrabbed my pitiful handful of cashThe night was slipping off too soonTomorrow, goodbye, sad Irish moonWe walked along, you slightly aheadUntil we landed on your big king bedOur brains burned, our bodies hurtI like your stockings and long leather skirtI'm fading off, could I stay the night?"Don't be crazy, it doesn't feel right"Come on Irene, are you sure?God fuck this lonely tuneWalked back down those terrible hallsPast those dark chocolate brown wallsLooked up at the ceilingA gold skin peelingYou never write and you never callI sometimes wonder, will you at all?But time is past, doesn't phase meDon't be crazy From Letras Mania