The Resurrectionists

(アルバム： FTHC - 2022)

In 1981, I was perfect for a month,
But the truth is it's all been downhill since then.
Because 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 he 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 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 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.
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.