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 passing years
40's around the corner
Tattoos are getting smaller
As you watch the passing years
I guess nothing matches tears
Nothing matches
Nothing matches
Nothing matches tears
Tears, tears, tears
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