There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
Frank Turner
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verse 1

They re out of sorts in Sunderland

And terribly cross in Kent,

They re dull in Hull

And the Isle of Mull

Is seething with discontent,

They re nervous in Northumberland

And Devon is down the drain,

They re filled with wrath

On the firth of Forth

And sullen on Salisbury Plain,

In Dublin they re depressed, lads,

Maybe because they re Celts

For Drake is going West, lads,

And so is everyone else.

Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Misery s here to stay.

tabchorus

N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,

There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky

And it s no good whining

About a silver lining

For we know from experience that they won t roll by,

With a scowl and a frown

We ll keep our peckers down

And prepare for depression and doom and dread,

We re going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag

And wait until we drop down dead.
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verse 2

From Portland Bill to Scarborough

They re querulous and subdued

And Shropshire lads

Have behaved like cads

From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,

They re mad at Market Harborough

And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,

In Tunbridge Wells

You can hear the yells

Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.

We all get bitched about, lads,

Whoever our vote elects,

We know we re up the spout, lads.

And that s what England expects.

Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Trouble is on the way.

tabchorus

N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner,

The horizon s gloomy as can be,

There are black birds over

The grayish cliffs of Dover

And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC

We re an unhappy breed

And very bored indeed

When reminded of something that Nelson said.

While the press and the politicians nag nag nag

We ll wait until we drop down dead.
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verse 3
p.m.
From Colwyn Bay to Kettering

They re sobbing themselves to sleep,

The shrieks and wails

In the Yorkshire dales

Have even depressed the sheep.

In rather vulgar lettering

A very disgruntled group

Have posted bills

On the Cotswold Hills
- back to open strum
To prove that we re in the soup.

While begging Kipling s pardon

There s one thing we know for sure

If England is a garden

We ought to have more manure.

Hurray, hurray, hurray!
RIFF - strum once
Suffering and dismay.

tabchorus

N.C.
There are bad times just around the corner

And the outlook s absolutely vile,

There are Home Fires smoking

From Windermere to Woking

And we re not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,

At the sound of a shot

We d just as soon as not

Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,

We re going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag

And wait until we drop down dead.


There are bad times just around the corner,

We can all look forward to despair,

It s as clear as crystal

From Bridlington to Bristol

That we can t save democracy and we don t much care

If the Reds and the Pinks

Believe that England stinks

And that world revolution is bound to spread,

We d better all learn the lyrics of the old Red Flag

And wait until we drop down dead.
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