Pulp - Glory Days Lyrics
Come & play the tunes of glory -Raise your voice in celebrationOf the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station.& learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments.Come share this golden age with meIn my single room apartment& if it all amounts to nothing - it doesnt matter, these are still our glory days.Oh my face is unappealingAnd my thoughts are unoriginal.I did experiments with substancesBut all it did was make me ill& I used to do the I chingBut then I had to feed the meter.Now I cant see into the futureBut at least I can use the heater.Oh it doesnt get much better than this cos this is how we live our glory days.Oh & I could be a geniusIf I just put my mind to it& i, I could do anythingIf only I could get round to it.Oh we were brought up on the space-race,Now they expect you to clean toilets.When you have seen how big the world is how can you make do with this?If you want me Ill be sleeping in -Sleeping in throughout these glory days.These glory days can take their toll,So catch me now before I turn to gold. yeah wed love to hear your storyJust as long as it tells us where we are -That where we are is where were meantTo be.Oh come on make it up yourself -You dont need anybody else.& I promise I wont sell these days to anybody else in the world but you.No-one but you (x4)Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
