The Resurrectionists Lyrics by Frank Turner
In 1981 I was perfect for a month
But the truth is it’s all been 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
And we’ve got a crystal clear vision of what we cutely choose to call the good old 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
We’re motherfuckers and pharisees, and no longer all of a company
Despite our attempts to keep up that pretence
And we gave up on the 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 got famous like I said
And Adam, he got married, and now he’s happy down in Plumstead
And Jay’s a dad and Tre’s out back with Dave, and Tommy, who knows?
They say he disappeared like Harps and Zo
But then 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
That’s all
Trying to find us some kind of food in toyshops and gunsmiths
Searching for subjects, we are Resurrectionists
Searching for something that could bring us back to life
Searching for something that could bring us back to life
(Resurrectionists)
Searching for something that could bring us back to life
(Resurrectionists, resurrectionists)
Searching for something that could bring us back to life
(Resurrectionists)
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