Disciples - The Spitfires

I’m stumbling through the maze of a newly built estate

Where my feet won’t move in time against the pavement

I know I have to fight, I just hope I’ll be alright

Hearing echoed chants of a confused statement

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage

And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can’t cope again

Raise a glass on Friday night where we’ll drink it down the drain

Three years at Cambridge yet our chances are all the same

Each word feels like a sentence

Each whisper said with vengeance

Blinded by the streetlamp glow with concrete fragrance

But I stand a disciple to a land of a thousand fools

A tribe with no feeling cause we learnt too much at school

Raise a glass to the new day dawning

To the people who time forgot

Raise a glass to your old school photos

And the ideas that time chewed up

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage

And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can’t cope again

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage

And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can’t cope again

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage

And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can’t cope again