the morning after the revolution p c one five two five told me there was no real solution bruised lips and a ripped up jacket money all in the road sat down with a big fat mac screaming what about my way home were gonna get out the city were gonna get out the way weve got cash in the kitty were gonna get our way gotta get old gotta get old theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world gettin back to a empty flat hacked up and even more screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner scattered all over the floor this isnt glamorous its not rock and roll this is england on a saturday night this is a nations soul were gonna get out the city were gonna get out the way weve got cash in the kitty were gonna get our way gotta get old gotta get old theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world theres no time for tears when you live in the real world