Pub Quiz Panic

[Verse 1] Tuesday night at the Crown and Shield Dad's got answers he won't yield "Name the monarch, 1823" He knows more than you'll ever be Pints of bitter line the wood They stare like we don't belong here for good [Chorus] Quiz night heroes with their sneers "Where you really from?" ringing in my ears Dad knows every fucking answer But they'll never let him be a dancer In their little British pantomime Always a stranger marking time [Verse 2] "Empire's glory" question four Dad whispers truths they all ignore His hand shoots up, they look away Another round, another play Encyclopedia in his head But wrong accent when it's said [Bridge] They celebrate their ignorance While he performs his elegance In this smoky temple of belonging Where history keeps prolonging The distance between then and now The distance between us somehow [Chorus] Quiz night heroes with their sneers "Where you really from?" ringing in my ears Dad knows every fucking answer But they'll never let him be a dancer In their little British pantomime Always a stranger marking time [Verse 3] Coronation Street and Churchill's tears He's studied harder through the years Than any bastard in this room But still they wear that mask of doom When he speaks about their land Like knowledge isn't in his hand [Outro] Tuesday night, we'll come again To prove ourselves through this sweet pain 'Cause dad won't let them win this fight In this pub quiz satellite Where belonging's just a game That no one ever wins the same