Frank Turner - The Resurrectionists lyrics
[Frank Turner - The Resurrectionists lyrics]
In 1981, I was perfect for a month
But the truth is it's all
Been downhill since then
Because we did strange things to our bodies
And we forgot most of our studies
And got all muddled up between
Our means and our ends
Between forgiveness and permission
And we've got a crystal clear vision
Of what we cutely choose to
Call the good old days
But we've been scraping by our teeth through
Lives we didn’t mean to lead
And I can barely tell you
What I did yesterday
Is it a Wednesday today?
We're all just kids someone let
Loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
We're motherfuckers and Pharisees
And no longer all of a company
Despite our attempts to keep up that pretence
And we gave up on cigarettes but
We're still hooked on whimsical regrets
And wondering if, in hindsight
Any of this makes any sense
And Justin left Southampton and got
Famous like I said and Adam, he got married
And now he's happy down in Plumstead
And Jay's a dad and Tre’s out
Back with Dave, and Tommy, who knows?
They say he disappeared like Harps and Zo
But then I saw him this one time in Mexico
We're all just kids someone let
Loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
And that's all!
Trying to find us some kind of
Food in toy shops and gunsmiths
Searching for subjects
We are resurrectionists
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
We’re resurrection that could bring
Us back to life
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
We're all just kids let loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
Unsupervised, unhappy and uncool
We're all just kids, and that's all
But the truth is it's all
Been downhill since then
Because we did strange things to our bodies
And we forgot most of our studies
And got all muddled up between
Our means and our ends
Between forgiveness and permission
And we've got a crystal clear vision
Of what we cutely choose to
Call the good old days
But we've been scraping by our teeth through
Lives we didn’t mean to lead
And I can barely tell you
What I did yesterday
Is it a Wednesday today?
We're all just kids someone let
Loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
We're motherfuckers and Pharisees
And no longer all of a company
Despite our attempts to keep up that pretence
And we gave up on cigarettes but
We're still hooked on whimsical regrets
And wondering if, in hindsight
Any of this makes any sense
And Justin left Southampton and got
Famous like I said and Adam, he got married
And now he's happy down in Plumstead
And Jay's a dad and Tre’s out
Back with Dave, and Tommy, who knows?
They say he disappeared like Harps and Zo
But then I saw him this one time in Mexico
We're all just kids someone let
Loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
And that's all!
Trying to find us some kind of
Food in toy shops and gunsmiths
Searching for subjects
We are resurrectionists
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
We’re resurrection that could bring
Us back to life
Searching for something that could bring
Us back to life
We're all just kids let loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
Unsupervised, unhappy and uncool
We're all just kids, and that's all