The Good Old Days

[Intro: Carl Barât]
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on

[Verse 1: Peter Doherty]
But if you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you, well, I too 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
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days

[Bridge: Peter Doherty]
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

[Verse 2: Peter Doherty]
The Arcadian dream has all fallen through, but the Albion sails on course
Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging because the Pigman's found the source
And there's twelve rude boys on the oars

[Outro: Peter Doherty]
These are the good old days