The Libertines - The Good Old Days lyrics
The Libertines: Carl Barât & Pete Doherty [London, UK.]
[The Libertines - The Good Old Days lyrics]
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in
Her children's children's children
It lives on
But, if you've lost your faith
In love and music, oh, the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you, well
I too may lose it and that would be wrong
I've 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
It's not about tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes
And the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard 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 Albion sails on course
Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the Pigman's found the source
And there's twelve rude boys on the oars
These are the good old days
Still then the spirit in
Her children's children's children
It lives on
But, if you've lost your faith
In love and music, oh, the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you, well
I too may lose it and that would be wrong
I've 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
It's not about tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes
And the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard 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 Albion sails on course
Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the Pigman's found the source
And there's twelve rude boys on the oars
These are the good old days