Lyrics:

A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach He was a friend that I could not reach He thought I was cold but I understand But for the grace of God goes another man And I may just waste away from doing nothing But I'm a martyr to even less A choir boy is buried on the moors Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored Some kids are best left to fend for themselves And others were born to stack shelves And I may just waste away from doing nothing But I'm a martyr to even less Fuck you and your book too You can have it back When I'm gone these songs will Will be my tracks And I had a stupid dream that I could change things But I'm a martyr to even less I hate the ground that I have walked upon Nothing I've done has ever mattered long