Ren - Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve retake) lyrics

I've got dirt on my Reeboks
From staying out all night
I spent my last ten pounds on
This pack of Marlborough Lights
I phoned up Stevie, I said "G, you alright?"
He said "It's six in the morning
Brother! Get some shut eye!"

I feel a sense of wellbeing
This time in the morning
Wear my heart out on my hoodie
While the city is snoring
Drunks falling off the sidewalks
Get issued a warning distant sirens
They crescendo like a symphony calling

This it the Britain I know
This is the Britain I love
There's poetry inside this city
If you listen enough
Working class causalities out on
The streets sleep rough
While a mother with her baby takes
Her pram to the pub
And while she's knocking them down
The cost of living goes up
I can't relate to politicians with
Their head in the mud
I resonate with messy Fridays
With the boys smoking bud
We do our bit to numb the struggle, as below
So above

As as above, so below
Here in the city we glow
I blow a smoke ring up to
Heaven and it makes a halo
And then the clock strikes seven
Guess it's time to head home
My companion is the city, so I'm never alone

I'm stepping in and out of
Gaps of the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now
That's an anti-climax
People rise for work and the sun mirrors that
A perfect juxtaposition for those
Out on the lash

Bare with me, it's beautiful
I think it's irrefutable there's beauty in a
Contradicting Britain indisputable
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
His mother's in a black suit
Crying at a funeral

Nine to five crucible
This route is not commutable
A kid falls off the tracks and then
He serves a stretch in Juvenal
Libbies at the Doleys but
Her dispositions humourful
While Davey's at the bookies and
His mates call him delusional

Britain, drink it down and
Moan about the weather
When the sun starts shining feel
The factor 10 tremor
Boys will be boys, will be in it together
Until the fists start flying
Like they're Connor McGregor
And then he's out i think he
Too took it too far i think the boy saw red
I think he hit him too hard
Now he's face down on the pavement
With a face full of tar
Mad how small altercations can
Define who we are

That's my cue! I guess it's time to head home
It's bittersweet how my high found
It's way to be low
And I've said it once before, as above
So below
Living on the streets of Britain you
Just go with the flow

But, I'm done i'm out for the night
As the sun paints the pavements
I'll turn out the light
White noise on the radio to quiet my mind
Always was an over-thinker
Just the way I'm designed

Britain, drink it down and
Moan about the weather
When it's all said and done
We'll be in it altogether
Boys will be boys, will be like it forever
It's a bittersweet symphony
We're birds of a feather