There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
Frank Turner
Letra

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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.