Tears

Skinheads have all gone England's bastard sons Pissed on all those years I guess nothing matches tears Nothing matches Nothing matches You wore your Union Jack As you knifed me in the back Well, I could feel your fears Yes, nothing matches tears Nothing matches Nothing matches You're so unsure about You're so full of doubt As you watch the pa*sing years 40's around the corner Tattoos are getting smaller As you watch the pa*sing years I guess nothing matches tears Nothing matches Nothing matches Nothing matches tears Tears, tears, tears