R.i.p Lyrics - New Model Army

This all started the way things do 

With a laugh and a cup of tea around the fire 

As we sheltered from those wicked winds in front of that old TV 

And we traded ideas as we watched each other with those ambitious bright eyes 

Those eyes that saw every detail of the world so clear 

And we bided our time impatiently until the hunger really burned 

And the softest sweetest kisses were lost amidst the thunder in our hearts 

We watched the people round us getting up, getting on, getting old 

But the game we were going to play so well - we'd get to stay young forever 

To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little fire 

But remember how pretty soon that all began to change 

But now bitter in this great city all the little children should go home 

Because the big men want to make deals 

When they find you've got something they want 

The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children 

You'd better go home 

Funny how they all come running if you let your pockets jangle a little 

And there's that strange queasy feeling 

Every time someone holds a door open for you 

Such sweetness, such kindness - while they manoeuvre you into position 

And we all know how hard it is to bite the hand that feeds you 

Remember all those old films we used to watch every Friday night on TV 

However fast you run, however slow the Mummy walks 

It always catches you in the end 

The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children 

You'd better go home 

This ain't no place anymore for little girls or little boys 

Not unless you want them to spoon-feed you all your life 

The party's gone, the party's done, the party's over children 

This dream is gone, this dream is dead, this dream is over, children 

You'd better go home