If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone

Still then the spirit

In her children's children's children

It lives on



If you've lost your faith in love and music

Oh the end won't be long

Because if it's gone for you then 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

So lets man the decks and hoist the rigging

Because the pig mans found the source

And theres twelve rude boys on the oars



In the good old...days