| The Good Old Days |
| If Queen Bodecia is long dead and gone Well the spirit in her childrens childrens children still lives on And if Elvis he was the king had his piece of the pie Well now his century's over im having mine But if you've lost your faith in love and music the end wont be long Because if its gone for you then i too may lose it and that would be wrong You know ive tried so hard to keep myself from falling Back into my bad old ways And it chars my heart to always hear you calling Calling for the good old days Because there were no good old days These are the good old days And its not about, tenements and needles And all the elvis in the eyes and the backs of their minds Daisy chains and school yard games And a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow The arcadian dream has all fallen through But the Albion sails on course So man the decks and hoist the rigging Because the pig mans found the source And theres twelve rude boys on the oars (they're singing "row row row") |