Libertines
Up the bracket
The good old days
If queen bodecia is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her childrens childrens children 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, oh the end wont be long.
Because if its gone for you, then i too may lose it, and that would be wrong.
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. cos there were no good old days. these are the good old days.
Its not about tenaments and needles.
And all the evils in their eyes in the backs of their minds. daisy chains. schoolyard games. and a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow. a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow.
The arcadian dream has all fallen through. but the albian sails on course. so man the decks and hoist the rigging, the pig mans found the source. and theres twelve rude boys on the oars.
(they're singing "row, row, row")
Writer(s): Peter Doherty, Carl Barat
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