The Good Old Days Lyrics - Up The Bracket - Libertines

If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone 

Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on 

If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long 

Because if it's gone for you'll actually 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 

'Cause there were no good old days, these are the good old days 

It's not about tenements and needles 

And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their mind 

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" 

Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course 

Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging 

Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the road