If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on
And if Elvis, he was the King, had his piece of the pie
(Priscilla was the name of his latest flame)
(What a lame name for his latest flame)
Well now his century's over I'm having mine

If you've lost your faith in love and music the end won't be long
'Cause if it's gone for you then I too may lose it and that would be wrong
You know I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no 'good old days'
These are the good old days

And it's not about tenements and needles
and all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school-yard games
and a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
list of things we said we'd do tomorrow

The Arcadian dream has fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
So man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the Pigman's found the source
And there's [bad word] boys on the oars
(Hear them singing 'row row row')

Alternate lyrics:

The Arcadian dream has fallen through
But the Albion has no remorse
'Cause she was born outside the light in a graveyard blue
I was born up in the north