The Old People Songtext
von Rhode Island

It′s the summer when it hurts the most
When the dust feels close
When the old folks know
When a criminal is tied to a crime
And a mother's tied to a space and a time

Reality bites, and we can′t shape our plans
But then there's people on the telly saying be your own man
Well I had a dream where men weren't called men


But men are still called men, a curse is still a curse
You know history hurts, a word on a wing
But it′s cable strong, strong enough to pin you down
Whether it′s right or wrong
In other people's lives I′ve been born and slain a hundred times

We live in an age where we call poor people chavs
Well, if you give someone a brand at least it's one thing they have
But I had a dream in which chavs weren′t called chavs

Oh please, the city of Leeds, won't you say something to me