Chris Porter - Up Against It lyrics

News in this 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 k** 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 Look left then right And run for your life Up against it The more that it hurts The less that it works