| 歌曲 | Smalltown England |
| 歌手 | New Model Army |
| 专辑 | Vengeance |
| 作词 : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down | |
| There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside | |
| About quarter to eight and we'll go into town | |
| And find out what everybody's been saying about us | |
| Smalltown walls have eyes and ears | |
| Stories fly thick and fast round here | |
| Truth and lies are all the same | |
| Whatever you do don't rock the boat | |
| You've got to play the game, play the game | |
| Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? | |
| Is it a crime to believe in something different? | |
| Is it a crime to want to make things happen? | |
| To spit in the faces of the cynical fools | |
| The incrowd know that the shell is thin | |
| So they all protect the cage they're in | |
| Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again | |
| No tears of rage, no cries of pain | |
| Nothing ventured, nothing gained | |
| In smalltown England | |
| Because the world outside the pint in hand | |
| Is all so hard to understand | |
| And if visions of the world come clear | |
| They're not allowed to interfere | |
| Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . | |
| The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry | |
| Diesel fumes from a passing lorry | |
| Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain | |
| For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane | |
| Well, last week we all got really smashed | |
| We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh | |
| And this week's going to be just the same | |
| And the next and the next, again and again | |
| They say you've got to have fun while you're young | |
| 'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this |
| zuò cí : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down | |
| There' s a pub in the corner and I' ll meet you inside | |
| About quarter to eight and we' ll go into town | |
| And find out what everybody' s been saying about us | |
| Smalltown walls have eyes and ears | |
| Stories fly thick and fast round here | |
| Truth and lies are all the same | |
| Whatever you do don' t rock the boat | |
| You' ve got to play the game, play the game | |
| Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? | |
| Is it a crime to believe in something different? | |
| Is it a crime to want to make things happen? | |
| To spit in the faces of the cynical fools | |
| The incrowd know that the shell is thin | |
| So they all protect the cage they' re in | |
| Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again | |
| No tears of rage, no cries of pain | |
| Nothing ventured, nothing gained | |
| In smalltown England | |
| Because the world outside the pint in hand | |
| Is all so hard to understand | |
| And if visions of the world come clear | |
| They' re not allowed to interfere | |
| Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . | |
| The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry | |
| Diesel fumes from a passing lorry | |
| Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain | |
| For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane | |
| Well, last week we all got really smashed | |
| We couldn' t stand up, it was a real laugh | |
| And this week' s going to be just the same | |
| And the next and the next, again and again | |
| They say you' ve got to have fun while you' re young | |
| ' Cause they can' t believe there' s anything else except this |