There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
Frank Turner
Letra
LETRA (VER LETRA CON ACORDES)
RIFF
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verse 1
They re out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They re dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They re nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain,
They re filled with wrath
On the firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
In Dublin they re depressed, lads,
Maybe because they re Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Misery s here to stay.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it s no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won t roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We ll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
verse 2
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They re querulous and subdued
And Shropshire lads
Have behaved like cads
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
They re mad at Market Harborough
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
In Tunbridge Wells
You can hear the yells
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
We all get bitched about, lads,
Whoever our vote elects,
We know we re up the spout, lads.
And that s what England expects.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Trouble is on the way.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon s gloomy as can be,
There are black birds over
The grayish cliffs of Dover
And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
We re an unhappy breed
And very bored indeed
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
We ll wait until we drop down dead.
verse 3
p.m.
From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
They re sobbing themselves to sleep,
The shrieks and wails
In the Yorkshire dales
Have even depressed the sheep.
In rather vulgar lettering
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
- back to open strum
To prove that we re in the soup.
While begging Kipling s pardon
There s one thing we know for sure
If England is a garden
We ought to have more manure.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Suffering and dismay.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner
And the outlook s absolutely vile,
There are Home Fires smoking
From Windermere to Woking
And we re not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,
At the sound of a shot
We d just as soon as not
Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,
We re going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag
And wait until we drop down dead.
There are bad times just around the corner,
We can all look forward to despair,
It s as clear as crystal
From Bridlington to Bristol
That we can t save democracy and we don t much care
If the Reds and the Pinks
Believe that England stinks
And that world revolution is bound to spread,
We d better all learn the lyrics of the old Red Flag
And wait until we drop down dead.
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verse 1
They re out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They re dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They re nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain,
They re filled with wrath
On the firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
In Dublin they re depressed, lads,
Maybe because they re Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Misery s here to stay.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it s no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won t roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We ll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
verse 2
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They re querulous and subdued
And Shropshire lads
Have behaved like cads
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
They re mad at Market Harborough
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
In Tunbridge Wells
You can hear the yells
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
We all get bitched about, lads,
Whoever our vote elects,
We know we re up the spout, lads.
And that s what England expects.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Trouble is on the way.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon s gloomy as can be,
There are black birds over
The grayish cliffs of Dover
And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
We re an unhappy breed
And very bored indeed
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
We ll wait until we drop down dead.
verse 3
p.m.
From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
They re sobbing themselves to sleep,
The shrieks and wails
In the Yorkshire dales
Have even depressed the sheep.
In rather vulgar lettering
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
- back to open strum
To prove that we re in the soup.
While begging Kipling s pardon
There s one thing we know for sure
If England is a garden
We ought to have more manure.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Suffering and dismay.
N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner
And the outlook s absolutely vile,
There are Home Fires smoking
From Windermere to Woking
And we re not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,
At the sound of a shot
We d just as soon as not
Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,
We re going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag
And wait until we drop down dead.
There are bad times just around the corner,
We can all look forward to despair,
It s as clear as crystal
From Bridlington to Bristol
That we can t save democracy and we don t much care
If the Reds and the Pinks
Believe that England stinks
And that world revolution is bound to spread,
We d better all learn the lyrics of the old Red Flag
And wait until we drop down dead.
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