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'll actually 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 'Cause 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 mind 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"
Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the road