Libertines, The
Good Old Days
Queen Boadicea is long dead and goneStill the spiritIn her children's children's childrenIt lives onIf you've lost your faith in love of musicOh the end won't be longBecause if it's gone for you then I too may lose itAnd that would be wrongYou know I've tried so hard to keep myself from fallingBack into my bad old waysAnd it chars my heart to always hear you callingCalling for the good old daysBecause there were no good old daysThese are the good old daysIt's not about, tenements and needlesAnd all the evils in their eyesAnd the backs of their mindsDaisy chains and school yard gamesAnd a list of things we said we'd do tomorrowA list of things we said we'd do tomorrowThe Arcadian dream has all fallen throughBut the Albion sails on courseSo man the decks and hoist the riggingBecause the pig mans found the sourceAnd there's twelve rude boys on the oars
From Letras Mania