The Good Old Days

"The Good Old Days" 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 You know 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