Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bring out your books Collect your valued childhood pets Or better yet, show your index finger Why drag it out Escape from chapter eight With maximum prejudice Or don't [Chorus] Alas, alas, it will not come to pass Our dreams are far too middle class At least we have our parents' homes At least we have their names Alas, alas, it will not come to pass Our dreams are far too middle class At least we have our mental health [Verse 2] Make up your mind Do not suppose that time will heal the phantom limb Keep everything clean Why put it out? The facts allow for re-interpretation by the chattering choir [Chorus] Alas, alas, it will not come to pass Our dreams are far too middle class At least we have our parents' homes At least we have their names Alas, alas, it will not come to pass Our dreams are far too middle class At least we have our mental health [Verse 3] The rioters are slipping away The rioters are slipping away But somebody is burning the money Someone is still burning the money The rioters are slipping away The rioters are slipping away But somebody is burning the money Someone is still burning the money The rioters are stuck in the feedback loop And they can't get back to the city park without cutting through the old army base With the promises of their teenage wanking dreams The rioters are stuck in the feedback loop And they can't get back to the city park without cutting through the old army base With the promises of their teenage wanking dreams [Bridge] Psychic reader Served with Ribena Fill my grave with Diet Coke And wait for winter Psychic reader Served with Ribena Fill my grave with Diet Coke And wait for winter