Hot Stones

Beat up EnglishIn a beat up townAnd I'm beat up black and blueOh, I do not have the energyAnd I'm beat up streetAnd I'm beat up tightAnd we've been so drawn together, each otherI do not have the energyAnd wisdomTrip over againWisdomTrip over againYou beat itStepping stonesOr standing upI'm shivering on stonesHot stonesIn a wipe down EnglandWith it's worn out graceWith a picture postcard, baby, hallelujahI love your faceIn a wise up EnglandTo a wake up placeOh, I do not like the way you shower meNo, I do not like the way you shower meAnd I do not have the energyIn a beat up EnglandWith a beat up faceIt's a why oh why did I ever get lost in this?It's the tired old handsCome to tire me outAnd the tired old handsThey yearn to shoutBut I do not have the energy