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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Stanier
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom England
Songwriter
Oskar Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Cradock
Producer
Lyrics
I grew up on a rusty road
Near the roundabouts
Where the cars kept circling
I lived under an ancient flag
Of red and white
But the red was anger
And the white was the cause
I had a neighbour and when we were younger
We climbed the garden walls
And pretended we were tightrope walkers
Making sure we weren't first to fall
You keep
Your car clean
But your heart is rusty
From the hate you breathe in
You keep
Your flowers pristine
But you only grow English roses
Calling the other flowers
Weeds
Drive the same roads every day
Read the news in the morning
Read the news that appeals to you
Oh 'cause black ink is filling you up like petrol
But you ain't going nowhere today
You keep
Your car clean
But your heart is rusty
From the hate you breathe in
You keep
Your flowers pristine
But you only grow English roses
Calling the other flowers
Weeds
You call them weeds
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
Yeah you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
You call them weeds
And you only grow English roses
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Stay close to home
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Stay close to home
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Stay close to home
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Stay close to home
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Stay close to home
Drive the same roads
Read the same papers
Drive the same roads
Writer(s): Tom England
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