Besedila:
James Dean Bradfield The Great Western

The clocks are broken And my hair is changing colour now And nothing ever changes on the Great Western But you'll have me believe There's no water in

I hear you've got some love to give away And maybe it never belonged to you So how come you know my name? So it's closing time again For the lost souls

The doorbell of your house still bears your name, But you'll never come back to this place. You were sitting on your steps yesterday again, I guess it

Bad boys and painkillers Together like peas in a pod Look at me just sticking around The oxygen draining through my blood Body crunched up and tight

You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams, where nothing is as it seems. There's still a long way to go. And the fading glorious

So men are still at war in this land For certain songs and certain dates The tender gave way to the firebrand And Europe gave way to the States So now