No Man's Land Lyrics - New Model Army

You say that you'd rather be really poor 

Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies 

Looking in the windows at what you can't afford 

Always hungry, never starving 

In no man's land the days are long 

You say that you'd rather be really ill 

Than just having headaches, never have no energy 

All the little allergies and all the little pains 

Never getting better, never getting worse 

In no man's land the days are long 

You say that you'd rather have no love at all 

Than pathetic little words, half-hearted kisses 

Never feeling anything, anything at all 

Never no fire, never no passion 

In no man's land the days are long 

Do you believe you can come out, fighting from you shell-hole 

Or do you run for cover every time you hear a shot fired in anger?