(Tennant/Lowe)-----------------
News in the city
breaks without pity
Long after the war has ended
we're still in fatigues
Up against it
The higher you fly
the further you fall
Up against it
Wondering why we
fought after all
Such a cold winter
with scenes as slow as Pinter
Synchronise your watches
there's still time to kill
Up against it
Drinking this swill
to sweeten the pill
Up against it
The more that it hurts
the less that it works
Wrapped up in nostalgia
to queue for a show
Back to Trafalgar
one kiss then I'll go
So deep in quicklime
the bones of an old crime
I knew a man who raked them over
He's still suffering
Up against it
Buried so deep
it gives me the creeps
Up against it
The longer you hate
the more that it grates
Up against it