Love Ire & Song

Album: Love Ire & Song (2008)
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  • Well, a teacher of mine once told me
    That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats
    And you could only do your best
    And I said "That's a fucking cop-out
    You're just washed up and you're tired
    And when I get to your age, well, I won't be such a coward"
    But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV
    And punk rock didn't live up to what I'd hoped that it could be
    And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young
    Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs
    And I packed all my pamphlets, with my bibles, at the back of the shelf

    Well, it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit
    When you realized your parents had let the world all go to shit
    And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died
    Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside
    But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left
    And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
    Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
    Who are locked inside some kind of 60's battle re-enactment
    And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door

    Oh, but once, we were young, and we were crass enough to care
    But I guess you live and learn, we won't make that mistake again, no
    Oh, but surely, just for one day, yeah, we could fight and we could win
    And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

    Well, we've been a good few hours drinking
    So I'm going to say what everyone's thinking
    If we're stuck on this ship and it's sinking
    Then we might as well have a parade
    'Cause if it's still gonna to hurt in the morning
    And a better plan's yet to get forming
    Then where's the harm spending an evening
    In manning the old barricades
    So come on old friends to the streets
    Let's be 1905 but not 1917
    Let's be heroes, let's be martyrs, let's be radical thinkers
    Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams
    Let's divide up the world into the damned and the saved
    And then ride to the valley like the old Light Brigade
    And straighten our backs and we won't be afraid
    And they'll celebrate our deaths with a national parade

    So come on let's be young, let's be crass enough to care
    Let's refuse to live and learn, let's make all our mistakes again, yes
    And then darling, just for one day, yeah, we can fight and we can win
    And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

    Leave the mourning the to the morning
    Yeah, pain can be killed
    With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills
    But memories of hope, and of glorious defeat
    Are a little bit harder to beat Writer/s: Francis Edward Turner
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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