Lyrics - Glory Days by Pulp

Come & play the tunes of glory- raise your voice in celebration of teh daysthat we have wasted in the café in the station. & learn the meaning ofexistance in the fourthnightly instalments.
Come and share this golden agewith me in my single room appartment & and if it all amounts to nothing, itdoesn't matter, these are still our glory days.
Oh my face is unappealing & my thoughts are unoriginal.
I did experimentswith substances, but all it did was make me ill &
I.
I used to do the
IChing, 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,'cos this is how we live our glory days.
Oh, and
I can be a genious, if
Ijust put my mind to it &
I,
I could do anything if only
I could get 'roundto it.
Oh we were brought up in the
Space-
Race, now they expect you to cleantoilets.
When you have seen how big the world is, how can you make do withthis.?
If you want me
I'll be sleeping in- sleeping in throughout our glorydays.
These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before
I turnto gold.
Yeah, we'd love to hear you story just as long as it tells us wherewe are- that we are where we're meant to be.
Oh come on, make it upyourself- you don't need anybody else. &
I promise
I won't sell these

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