Bury Me In My Shoes - Single Version
I've been walking wicked
Slouching at newsstands
Curled up in halftime
Writing lousy poetry
And a dead star was waking
Shaking sleep from its throat
With a fighter plane flypast
And a dull battle hymn
It was horrible
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
It was some old boy chit-chat
Some gulf of progress
A Pax Britannica
Like shaking hands with a maniac
I went down through the shipwrecks
The bonfires of good ideas
There was some pagan progress
Some deeper mystery
I couldn't seem to hold it
I couldn't seem to see
I've been looking in all the wrong places
Well, it took him by the arm
And it was beating time on his back
Whispering the words in his ear
And the old man sang
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
And the old man sang
And the old man sang
And the old man sang
"Bury me in my shoes"
And the old man sang
"With my Sam Browne on
In the corner of this field
No guts, no glory, yeah, right kid?"
Slouching at newsstands
Curled up in halftime
Writing lousy poetry
And a dead star was waking
Shaking sleep from its throat
With a fighter plane flypast
And a dull battle hymn
It was horrible
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
It was some old boy chit-chat
Some gulf of progress
A Pax Britannica
Like shaking hands with a maniac
I went down through the shipwrecks
The bonfires of good ideas
There was some pagan progress
Some deeper mystery
I couldn't seem to hold it
I couldn't seem to see
I've been looking in all the wrong places
Well, it took him by the arm
And it was beating time on his back
Whispering the words in his ear
And the old man sang
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of greatness
Life only comes in flashes of past greatness
And the old man sang
And the old man sang
And the old man sang
"Bury me in my shoes"
And the old man sang
"With my Sam Browne on
In the corner of this field
No guts, no glory, yeah, right kid?"
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas James William Bueth, Alexander Richard Sprogis, Charles William Drinkwater, Edward James Gregor Kelland
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