Old Fools

Old Fools - Admiral Fallow
You've got your clukes in me
Out legs locked at right angles,
should scatter like pigeons
But I'll stay here and make
sweat with you
And kick my own guts out,
lose a pint of self respect
Statued and sellotaped,
tongue-tied and desolate
Blow unlucky eyelashes
and hide the stray hairs
Or should we just give up
take backward bounds and leaps
And sit and shy shiver
while the latest one sleeps
Cry from the bedroom,
clean all the blankets
Spend your time wishing back
an act that is thankless
And those old fools
have got nothing on me
This is a monolith,
can't help but struggle with
The will and the wayward
old hat ideals
The weight of the uniform
and the way that it feels
We can't see round it
and all the while we
Cry from the bedroom,
clean all the blankets
Spend your time wishing
back an act that is thankless
And those old fools have
got nothing on me
And the distance maps out
Like the flag of a country
I never knew
And hay bales with
eyes half shut
Like she on sleeping
pills under the blue
Now sink down you
balsa wood box
In your chair like it was the dirt
I'm going home to certain death
To certain death
It doesn't have to be this way
It doesn't have to be this way
It doesn't have to be this way
It doesn't have to be this way
Cry from the bedroom,
clean all the blankets
Spend your time wishing back
an act that is thankless
And those old fools have
got nothing on me
Those old fools have got nothing on me
Those old fools have got nothing on me
Those old fools have got nothing on me