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The Resurrectionists

de Frank Turner

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

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