Music For The People, lyrics

As far as I can make them out, from iTunes and MySpace previews.

Elephant Song - not enough to go on

No Time For Tears - listen here

51st State
This is the 51st state
Where democracy has failed
We've a war on our conscience
And blood under our nails
(Can't make out the chorus, apart from the line "It's a mystery")

Sing When You're In Love
On dancefloors from London to Liverpool
In the dark of the night, when the air is cool
Out in the street, in the pouring rain
In a concrete jungle that echoes your name
In a hundred hotel rooms where a few hundred sleep
And a thousand cheap boozes where young lovers meet
In a million miles of traffic jams, we waste away time
In a single sad moment when we say our goodbyes
Sing when you're in love
Sing when you're out of love (x2)

Last Goodbye
I know it's your...
The cracks are growing, it's not long
Ooh, and if you want me
Then come and get me
I'm leaving this world behind
If you hit me then
Try and take me away
It won't even break my stride
As I wave my last goodbye
I won't feel shame,
I won't ask why
There's no bliss to (?)
There's no heaven for those who pray

Nation of Checkout Girls
We're the generation that do
What we're told by the corporations

Be Somebody
You know there's no such thing as a free meal
And there ain't no future in British Steel
Now the only thing that really makes us smile
Is a joke and a laugh and a night on the tiles
No one ever gives you anything for free
Unless you start sleeping with the BBC
Nigel got a job in the city
Works in a department store
But tonight, he's gonna be somebody
(?) with a local girl
She doesn't care that he's got no money
There's more to life than what they teach you at school
But tonight, he's gonna be somebody
Fallen in love with a local girl
She doesn't care that he's got no money
She knows he's got a heart of solid gold, solid gold, solid gold...

Don't Break The Red Tape
Try and stop us, try and stop us, try and stop us (x4)
Welcome to England
There is no love
Where the dreams of children
Vanish in the dust
When the only old
Die living in their street
And the only excitement...

Keep Losing
You might meet someone worthwhile
Tired of the same old lies
The calls that never quite sit right
Another line on the road
Another straight to the bone
And there's twenty-odd regrets
Another night to forget
You've made mistakes along the way

Silver Spoon
Never had a silver spoon
To help me orchestrate this tune
Making us the same as you
There's nothing anyone can do
Don't sing it from the back of the room...


That's all I can make out, but then I'm awful at hearing lyrics. Hence the several (?)s in this post.