Paroles The resurrectionists Frank Turner

The resurrectionists

In 1981 I was perfect for a month
But the truth is it's been all downhill since then
'Cause we did strange things to our bodies
And we forgot most of our studies
And got all muddled up between our means and our ends

Between forgiveness and permission
All we gonna crystal clear a vision of what we
Acutely choose to call the old good days?
But we've been scraping by our teeth
Through lives we didn't mean to lead
And I can barely tell you what I did yesterday
Is it a Wednesday today?

We're all just kids someone let loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules

'Cause we're motherfuckers and we're fallacies
And no longer all accompanied despite of
Our attempts to keep our bad pretense
And we gave our brothers cigarettes
But we're still hooked on whimsical regrets
And wondering if in hindsight any of this makes any sense

And Justin left Southampton and he got famous like I said
And Adam he got married and he's happy down in Farmstead
And Jay's a dad and Tre's out back
And Dave and Tommy, who knows?
They say he disappeared like Harps and Zo
But I saw him this one time in Mexico
We're all just kids someone let loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
And that's all
Trying to find some kind of fuel in toy shops and God-smiths
Searching for subjects, we are resurrectionists

Resurrectionists, resurrectionists
We're resurrectionists, the resurrectionists

Searching for something that could bring us back to life
Searching for something that could bring us back to life
We're all just kids let loose into the world
Waiting for someone to explain the rules
Unsupervised, unhappy and uncool
We're all just kids and that's all