Back To The Old Town

Well he wakes you at seven
And makes sure you’re dressed
And says stoned you’ll up by eight
And he leaves you to wait in some cold vile street
With the other little Princes of Wales.

Go back to the old town
Go back to the old town
You can die if you want to
I wont stop you

Sunday, your business, sniffling in bed
Too sick to remember a word
In a cure of silence much older than gods
The dying boy makes not a sound
He is blue.

Go back to the old town
Go back to the old town
You can die if you want to
I wont stop you

We give the poor disease and drugs
We got mainstream life to keep us smug
Let the blue faced lifeless corpse be heard
Please

After sanity’s ended
And calamity beckons
And humanity’s senile
What are people for?

Go back to the old town
Go back to the old town
You can die if you want to
You can die if you want to

Go back to the old town
Go back to the old town
You can die if you want to
Hell, you can die if you want to
Go back to the old town
Go back to the old town
You can die
You can die
You can die

Wake up

Little boy
Little boy
It’s time to go to Sandhurst