Inglorious Songtext
von The Wildhearts

Someone out there really likes me
And give me the sign of nineteen
And give me the strength of wonder
To get out of the shit I′m under
Two to six on back to face
And I crack the truth like an addiction
And face to face with me so see those
A hiding shoddy handed egos

Starboard, starboard, starboard, starboard
We could be anywhere
But you choose and bear
Our love's a rage (No)
The past (So)
You act (Like)
And never take a shit (Oh)
Get up (Shake)
Get down (So)
You′re feeling deep in need


Inglorious
Well, take a back stance
Shake your face and buckle your pants
Wake and see you're young and free
In foreign eyes
Inglorious
Dream of leers
Anger fueled on a justice of peers
Don't cry pain, you make no change
It′s obvious
Inglorious

Making a name from cross affliction
A song to bring your thoughtless listening
A label when you love your art style
And when they′re just as weak as you are
Someone occupies your vision
And carries on your blank tradition
A weaker myth and weaker heroes
A weaker generation follows

Starboard, starboard, starboard, starboard
We could be anywhere
Where the future shares


Something fair (So)
Be good (So)
Be better (Than)
The eighties ever sent
The cash (That)
Has come when the work is done
Intrigued
Inglorious
Well, take a back stance
Shake your face and buckle your pants
Wake and see you're young and free
In foreign eyes
Inglorious
So make a few steps
Scare the wind and a million or less
Sex and sin with some sense
Sting in all of us
Inglorious

Go!
Sell it all in a minute
Do you empty?
All the girls and a mother
You do me sleep
Still, I can hear your bullshit!
Still, I can hear it all!
Ah, ah!
We′ll catch you when you fall
Boom!

Starboard, starboard, starboard, starboard
You could be anywhere
But you choose and bear

So you quit (No)
The first (No)
The last (They)
Been losers in the past (They)
Exist (A)
An ever-growing list of debt
In red
Inglorious
But take a back stance
Shake your face and buckle your pants
Wake and see you're young and free
In foreign eyes
Inglorious
Well, maybe it′s you
Music's all that′ll ever get through
People tire so quickly of the glamorous
Inglorious
Inglorious

Butter, butter, butter
Butter, butter, butter
Butter, butter, butter
Butter, butter, butter