Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fish from the paper
Fresh from the sea
The cracks in the pavement
The city in siege
[Verse 2]
I don't know where to replace it or who to believe
I can't find an opinion that ain't on its knees
Scratching around in a secondhand gown when
You shouldn't be
[Verse 3]
We're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We're going to wake up the nation, don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to bleed
[Verse 4]
Get your face out the Facebook and turn off your phone
What with the death of the post box, nowhere feels home
Scratching around in a secondhand gown when
You shouldn't be
[Verse 5]
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to bleed
[Verse 6]
We're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
[Verse 7]
We're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
We're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Yeah, shake up the station and out of their hands
So we're gonna to wake up the nation and don't be no drag
Shake up the station and out of their hands
Written by: Paul Weller, Simon Dine
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