It all builds up in your head that things will change But there′s nothing gonna shift It just moves on, continues along New suits, new ties, new colours Trapped in this misery, looking at each, other wanting to fight Wild red eyes, shouting your rights, morale drops The land murmurs a bit with discontent So the flags come out sporting lament It's an opportunity for bunting and a rerun of fantasised glory
Stereos out, keep your wits, party tunes, greatest hits We′ve blocked the road with wheelie bins and stacked the tins We live for tiny moments of joy Our pains and grievances can bе brushed aside in an instant Becausе today, it's hotter than Mallorca And it's better because it′s home and we′re not alone
Sun's melting the pavement There an offer on two-for-one, football′s on, so let's take a wander Spy a big screen, no breeze, everyone′s easing into malcontent Yet, we're all full of disappointment, powerless, slid down in our chairs Sweaty and numb, sat, dead-eyed and dumb Happily staring into the abyss on the barbecue pit
Watching the flames gather on the horizon Tanked-up gladiators fighting in the corner Nothing′s happened, it's just chests at dawn A little spit, a little growl, a little love Peacock bravado, a sideshow of sportswear Skinny fit posture, lovely tan, all modern man
Cigarette smoke fills the air Mixing with the sunshine, and its sublime Vapes to the back of us, smell of sweets And we're taken back to those times gone by No constant concerns with the nation′s wars No worries of Britannia′s death throes Just endless nights of hope Hollered-out cigars full of drogue Dreaming of a steady ship on a never-ending void That feeling that we were infinite
An easy escape from small-town clamour That clamour to create and the invincibility of youth Joyous freedom, the fearlessness of it all But your shift's almost over Your memory′s reviving, your memory's reviving We′re on a victory lap for surviving
And I reminisce too easily, we all do, I suppose And yet, you know how it goes, my old BMX bike That teenage football injury, dodgy knee-kill surgery They took it off and put it back Should have heard the crack when it snapped, proper gnat And I guess we're all hypocrites gazing through that mix Or, I′m a slightly lesser periodist As things were different back then, things were better Everyone old enough agrees Innocent times, yet, admittedly more disease Speeding off your adolescent tits in a railway underpass It's five o'clock in the morning You′re not cold, it′s fine, no regrets The breeze is nice, it's fresh As you mumble and stumble through your second pack of cigarettes We′re macking it out, you see, it's easy, best times of your life Idealistic theory, and the birds start to tweet As a cool morning fog rises up like catastrophic dread Those words you were speaking are getting harder to say now Yet, you can hear them running around in your head
That monumental dread and you can see it happening You feel that heaviness, your bones suddenly glued To the underpass floor ′til you can take no more And it's slowing down, it′s slowing down so much You almost stop, people dash, memories flash Sensations of contentment, resentment, fearlessness, youth Vaseline tints your ecstatic vision to a blur No escape from this crush as you collapse into a bush When you sway less than 400 metres away from your front door Struggling to take any more
The regret of not wearing a coat finally hits As your body collides with the piss on the floor Your memory's reviving, your memory's reviving We′re on a victory lap for surviving
It all builds up in your head that things will change
ResponderEliminarBut there′s nothing gonna shift
It just moves on, continues along
New suits, new ties, new colours
Trapped in this misery, looking at each, other wanting to fight
Wild red eyes, shouting your rights, morale drops
The land murmurs a bit with discontent
So the flags come out sporting lament
It's an opportunity for bunting and a rerun of fantasised glory
Stereos out, keep your wits, party tunes, greatest hits
We′ve blocked the road with wheelie bins and stacked the tins
We live for tiny moments of joy
Our pains and grievances can bе brushed aside in an instant
Becausе today, it's hotter than Mallorca
And it's better because it′s home and we′re not alone
Sun's melting the pavement
There an offer on two-for-one, football′s on, so let's take a wander
Spy a big screen, no breeze, everyone′s easing into malcontent
Yet, we're all full of disappointment, powerless, slid down in our chairs
Sweaty and numb, sat, dead-eyed and dumb
Happily staring into the abyss on the barbecue pit
Watching the flames gather on the horizon
Tanked-up gladiators fighting in the corner
Nothing′s happened, it's just chests at dawn
A little spit, a little growl, a little love
Peacock bravado, a sideshow of sportswear
Skinny fit posture, lovely tan, all modern man
Cigarette smoke fills the air
Mixing with the sunshine, and its sublime
Vapes to the back of us, smell of sweets
And we're taken back to those times gone by
No constant concerns with the nation′s wars
No worries of Britannia′s death throes
Just endless nights of hope
Hollered-out cigars full of drogue
Dreaming of a steady ship on a never-ending void
That feeling that we were infinite
An easy escape from small-town clamour
That clamour to create and the invincibility of youth
Joyous freedom, the fearlessness of it all
But your shift's almost over
Your memory′s reviving, your memory's reviving
We′re on a victory lap for surviving
And I reminisce too easily, we all do, I suppose
And yet, you know how it goes, my old BMX bike
That teenage football injury, dodgy knee-kill surgery
They took it off and put it back
Should have heard the crack when it snapped, proper gnat
And I guess we're all hypocrites gazing through that mix
Or, I′m a slightly lesser periodist
As things were different back then, things were better
Everyone old enough agrees
Innocent times, yet, admittedly more disease
Speeding off your adolescent tits in a railway underpass
It's five o'clock in the morning
You′re not cold, it′s fine, no regrets
The breeze is nice, it's fresh
As you mumble and stumble through your second pack of cigarettes
We′re macking it out, you see, it's easy, best times of your life
Idealistic theory, and the birds start to tweet
As a cool morning fog rises up like catastrophic dread
Those words you were speaking are getting harder to say now
Yet, you can hear them running around in your head
That monumental dread and you can see it happening
You feel that heaviness, your bones suddenly glued
To the underpass floor ′til you can take no more
And it's slowing down, it′s slowing down so much
You almost stop, people dash, memories flash
Sensations of contentment, resentment, fearlessness, youth
Vaseline tints your ecstatic vision to a blur
No escape from this crush as you collapse into a bush
When you sway less than 400 metres away from your front door
Struggling to take any more
The regret of not wearing a coat finally hits
As your body collides with the piss on the floor
Your memory's reviving, your memory's reviving
We′re on a victory lap for surviving