Glory Days

Come and play the tunes of glory Raise your voice in celebration Of the days that we have wasted in the cafe In the station And learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly installments Come share this golden age with me In my single-room apartment And if it all amounts to nothing It doesn't matter These are still our glory days Oh, my face is unappealing and my thoughts are unoriginal I did experiments with substances But all it did was make me ill and I used to do the I Ching But then I had to feed the meter Now I can't see into the future But at least I can use the heater Oh, it doesn't get much better than this 'Cause this is how we live our glory days And I could be a genius if I just put my mind to it And I I could do anything if 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've seen how big the world is How can you make do with this? If you want me, I'll 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 we'd love to hear your story Just as long as it tells us where we are That where we are is where we're meant to be Oh, come on, make it up yourself You don't need anybody else And I promise I won't sell these days to anybody else in the world but you No-one but you No-one but you No-one but you No-one but you --- Glory Days - Pulp