Another Tale From Another English Town

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