Glory Days

Glory Days

Pulp

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.
Oh 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.

Written by BANKS, NICK / COCKER, JARVIS BRANSON / DOYLE, CANDIDA / MACKEY, STEPHEN PATRICK / WEBBER, MARK ANDREW / GENN, ANTONY
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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