Hot Stones

Beat up English In a beat up town And I'm beat up black and blue Oh, I do not have the energy And I'm beat up street And I'm beat up tight And we've been so drawn together, each other I do not have the energy And wisdom Trip over again Wisdom Trip over again You beat it Stepping stones Or standing up I'm shivering on stones Hot stones In a wipe down England With it's worn out grace With a picture postcard, baby, hallelujah I love your face In a wise up England To a wake up place Oh, I do not like the way you shower me No, I do not like the way you shower me And I do not have the energy In a beat up England With a beat up face It's a why oh why did I ever get lost in this? It's the tired old hands Come to tire me out And the tired old hands They yearn to shout But I do not have the energy