Inglorious Lyrics - Wildhearts

someone out there really likes me, you're never gonna be this side of ninety 

you'll never feel the strength of wonder to get out of the shit I'm under 

do I sense some depravation? I've got a toothache and an itching 

the face to face and loser zeros, and I'm a-shouting and illegal 

[slow as] ( -me), stop, wait, stop, wait, stop, wait, 

we could be anywhere, but you choose up there 

all the drinks, ([oh]) for [fast] (so), you act like you never take a 

sip ([..]) 'til I (say) get down (so), you're feeling deep 

in need, 

CHORUS: 

inglorious, we'll take a back stance 

shake your face and buckle your pants 

wake and see, you're young and free and boring us 

inglorious - 20 month leaders, anger fuel of a justice appears 

don't cry pain, you'll [break your chains/make no change], it's obvious 

inglorious 

when you believe your class of bitching, someone been your pointless listening 

and make [..] when you love your [..], and then they're just as weak as you are 

so unhappy 'bout your vision, and come inside your blank tradition 

a week of never beat the heroes, a week of degradation follows 

stop, wait, stop, wait, stop, wait, 

we could be anywhere where the future shares 

something fast, (so) be good, (so) be better, (and) be eighties am I 

set (back), the cash, (back) will come when the work is done 

in [dream], 

CHORUS: 

inglorious, we'll take a back stance 

shake your face and buckle your pants 

wake and see, you're young and free and boring us 

inglorious, so make a few steps, 

scare the wind and obey 'em or else 

sex and sin will suntan skin in all of us 

inglorious 

(go!) 

sell it all in a minute 

[cue empty/ endlessly] 

all the girls want to mother you to sleep 

still, well I can hear your bullshit 

still, I can hear it all, raaaaa, aaaaa 

who will catch you when you fall? [paul] 

stop, wait, stop, wait, stop, wait, stop, wait 

you could be anywhere, but you choose up there 

so you quit ([..]), the first ([time]), the last ([time]), the losers and the 

bas ([tards]), insist ([it's]), an ever growing list of debt 

inbred 

CHORUS: 

inglorious, well take a back stance 

take your place and buckle your pants 

wake and see, you're young and free and boring us 

inglorious, well maybe it's you, music's all that'll ever get through 

people tire so quickly of the glamourous 

inglorious, inglorious 

[press a bit of butter?!?] x4