Soft Days Gone

In a piss of a mood
bored as hell
In a town so gray and lifeless
 
A sideways rain
Soft days long gone
Rest relics frail and the spineless
 
Oh where should we go?
Learned like A, B, C’s,
For schoolboys bent for somewhere
Oh where should we go?
Repeat after me
Beyond the boggers and their swine
Oh where should we go?
Now said just by me
A promise ordained for  darkness
 
The jukebox plays
The Rare Old Times
Heavy heads nod ‘n sway along  
 
Circle the tracks
Of rosary beads
Pray-ing for God to right his wrong  
 
Oh where should we go?
Learned like A, B, C’s,
For schoolboys bent for somewhere
Oh where should we go?
Repeat after me
Beyond the boggers and their swine
Oh where should we go?
Now said just by me
A promise ordained for darkness
 
Oh where should we go? ABC
Oh where should we go? The chorus repeats
Oh where should we go? Now just me
To a better time