Another Tale from Another English Town - Lanterns On The Lake

They’re not fit to breathe our air

To breathe our air

They’ve been warned a thousand times this year

We were sold a sweet young lie, a sweet young lie

Another tale from another English town

From another English town

It’s getting hard to breathe 'round here

To think 'round here

And we’ve been sold a thousand lies this year

We just want the quiet life

The quiet life

But they won’t stop till they see us in the ground

'till they see us in the ground

We don’t want to fight

We want the quiet life

Wish our lives away

Wish our lives away