In 1981, I was perfect for a month But the truth is it's all been downhill since then Because we did strange things to our bodies and we forgot most of our studies And got all muddled up between our means and our ends Between forgiveness and permission and we've got a crystal clear vision Of what we cutely choose to call the good old days But we've been scraping by our teeth through lives we didn't mean to lead And I can barely tell you what I did yesterday Is it a Wednesday today?
We're all just kids someone let loose into the world Waiting for someone to explain the rules
We're motherfuckers and pharisees and no longer all of a company Despite our attempts to keep up that pretence And we gave up on the cigarettes but we're still hooked on whimsical regrets And wondering if, in hindsight, any of this makes any sense And Justin left Southampton and he got famous like I said And Adam, he got married and now he's happy down in Plumstead And Jay's a dad and Tre's out back with Dave and Tommy, who knows? They say he disappeared like Harps and Zo But I saw him this one time in Mexico
We're all just kids someone let loose into the world Waiting for someone to explain the rules, and that's all Trying to find some kind of food in toyshops and gunsmiths Searching for subjects, we are resurrectionists
Searching for something that could bring us back to life Searching for something that could bring us back to life Searching for something that could bring us back to life Searching for something that could bring us back to life
We're all just kids let loose into the world Waiting for someone to explain the rules Unsupervised, unhappy and uncool We're all just kids, and that's all
Compositores: Francis Edward Turner (Frank Turner) (PRS), Matthew Arif Nasir (Matt Nasir) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #33927460 em 12/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM