Good Luck -

You can’t bury this down, we’ve got shares on higher ground

We’ve got stock in the fate of our first born

A thunderstorm of brutal truth

Shook the shoulders of the youth

Deaf in their ears with an apology well-worn

We have ruined this place for you now

Good luck, good luck

There’s a cold wind, buffer it up on a warm decanter

Good luck, good luck

Woo ooooooooooh

Woo ooooooooooh

A warning to your inner clown going to press that down

And kick up your heels if you gaze at the sky

A gaggle of unused limbs ever ready and simple

Ripe for oppression a roll of the eyes

We have ruined this place for you now

Good luck, good luck

There’s a cold wind, buffer it up on a warm decanter

Good luck, good luck

Wooooooooooooh

There’s a cold wind, buffer it up on a warm decanter

Good luck, good luck

If you look you’ll find us here

A bunch of kids with a bag of ideas

If you look you’ll find us here

A bunch of kids with a bag of ideas

We have got sympathy, but lack the means

To ensure you have everything that you need

Go dancing again, arm and arm in the shadow of that wall

You can’t mend, helpless to help

There’s a great divide to us old hats

And pure young side and we hope it’s the world

As we watch tall tale as we all seem content to just stand still

We have got sympathy, but lack the means

To ensure you have everything that you need to

Go dancing again, dancing again, arm and arm in the shadow of that wall you

can’t mend

We have got sympathy, but lack the means

To ensure you have everything that you need to

Go dancing again, dancing again, arm and arm in the shadow of that wall you

can’t mend