What Became Of The Likely Lads

Please don't get me wrong See I forgive you with a song We'll call the Likely Lads But if it's left to you I know exactly what you'd do With all the dreams we had 'Cause blood runs thicker, oh We're thick as thieves, you know If it's important to you It's important to me I tried to make you see But you don't wanna know But you don't want to know If you pipe all summer long Then get forgiven in a song Well, that's a touch, my lad They sold them rights to all my wrongs And when they needed the new songs It's "welcome back", how sad 'Cause blood runs thicker, oh We're thick as thieves, you know If that's important to you It's important to me I tried to make you see But you don't wanna know You don't want to know Oh, what became of the Likely Lads? What became of the dreams we had? Oh, what became of forever, though? Oh, what became of forever, though? But, we'll never know Please don't get me wrong See I forgive you in a song We call the Likely Lads We all bought the ones We taught 'em all we wrote the songs That's filled with dreams we have But blood runs thicker, oh We're thick as thieves, you know If that's important to you It's important to me I tried to make you see But you don't wanna know But you don't want to know Oh, what became of the Likely Lads? What became of the dreams we had? Oh, what became of forever, though? Oh, what became of forever, though? We'll never know But blood runs thicker, oh We're thick as thieves, you know If that's important to you Yes, it's important to me I tried to make you see But you don't wanna know But you don't want to know Oh, what became of the Likely Lads? What became of the dreams we had? Oh, what became of forever, though? Oh, what became of forever, though? We'll never know The ideal girl In London from France Came over, then left me She left me entranced Now I have to get by Once again on my own Nothing but memories So I remember your eyes In their dark shade of brown While these blue eyes of mine They stay closed I kissed you goodbye on the M-109 I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh Choking and smoking to your angelic soul Choking and smoking myself into a hole Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream And to cry out your name --- What Became Of The Likely Lads - The Libertines