We're not strong enough, we're not young enoughWe're not alone enough, or cold enoughEmotionally we're not even old enoughLate at night we're in a video game dreamThere is no lover in this number sceneWe summon every child or ghost we've seenThen suddenly we hear that mic post themeEverything is alright, we play todayEverything is okay, we play todayLate at night on the underground trainThrough endless suburbs and endless painDeep in the tunnel under the London rainSuddenly we hear mic post againOohEverything is alright, we play todayIf there really is a GodWe should be late againWe watch those films that make men cryYoung lovers kiss, then fight and dieWe start to yearn, we climb the vineWe have to face the truth sometimeWe're not strong enough, we're not young enoughWe're not alone enough, or cold enoughEmotionally we're not even old enoughOh, noI'll never fall in loveOh, noBut late at night we find the racing teamWe're faced with women and a reality gameWe're faced with women and a reality gameWe feel alive, we feel new and blindWe're here in my post in the air this timeEverything is alrightBa-da-ba, we pray todayBa-da-ba, if there really is a GodBa-da-ba, we should get laid todayThere comes a time in every little punk's lifeWhen he has to write a song for his common law wifeWe make our women wait until they want to screamWe can always whistle at night postingEverything is alrightBa-da-ba, we pray todayBa-da-ba, if there really is a GodBa-da-ba, we should get laid todayWe watch those films that make men cryYoung lovers kiss, then fight and dieWe start to yearn, we climb the vineWe have to face the truth sometimeBa-da-ba, we pray todayBa-da-ba, we pray todayBa-da-ba, we pray todayBa-da-ba, we pray todayyou