Well, it's a nice bit of heritage with an electric gate
you tell her: Darling, this is a happy man's estate
stop and frown now, like a good dog bit your hand
all these years and you still don't understand
that it's too late now
for English Roses / for your sunset shires / to chase
the milkmaids / to play the squire / for second
chances / for a change of heart
you won't be needed when this whole thing falls apart
it's time to go
Ride by the river, blaze away across the moors
you tell the bright young man: All this can be yours
a weekend in the country, you can live out on the land
all these years and you still don't understand
that it's too late now
for boyhood heroes / for your sunset shires / for
tunes of glory / to play the squire / for second
chances / for a change of heart
you won't be needed when this whole thing falls apart
it's time to go
can you feel the cold wind blow?
You bought up the props for a world that never was
now there's holes in the scenery and less and less applause
we are all ungrateful peasants, like a dog that bit your hand
all these years and you still don't understand
that it's too late now
for grace and favour / for sunset shires / for
your faithful servants / to play the squire / for
second chances / for a change of heart
we'll all die laughing when this whole thing falls apart
it's too late now …