Lyrics:

Queen Bodecia is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children it lives on

But if you've lost your faith in love and music
Oh, the end wont be long
Because if it's gone for you, then I too may lose it
And that would be wrong
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
'Cause 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
A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
List of things we said we'd do tomorrow

The arcadian dream, so fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the pig man's found the source
And there's twelve rude boys on the oars

Row, row, row