Good Old Days - The Libertines

Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone

Still the spirit

In her children’s children’s children

It lives on

If you’ve lost your faith in love of 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 man the decks and hoist the rigging

Because the pig mans found the source

And there’s twelve rude boys on the oars