If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on And if Elvis, he was the King, had his piece of the pie (Priscilla was the name of his latest flame) (What a lame name for his latest flame) Well now his century's over I'm having mine
If you've lost your faith in love and music the end won't be long 'Cause 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
And 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 fallen through But the Albion sails on course So man the decks and hoist the rigging Because the Pigman's found the source And there's twelve rude boys on the oars (Hear them singing 'row row row')
Alternate lyrics:
The Arcadian dream has fallen through But the Albion has no remorse 'Cause she was born outside the light in a graveyard blue I was born up in the north