Won't you say it? Won't you do it?
Round, pass the night away
Who will see? What do we stand for?
Who will cease to pass the sleeping
Still, pass the night away
Cut the morning down to size
Let the mourners come and fake
Let the bastards come and take
What they want the same as, the same as me
You'll come and enjoy the reasons while away
Watch the day go slowly by
For the likes of dead boy will it be
You had one fitted fin day
On streets once scarce to let it
The sight and sound of summer faithful
These times pass and soon there'll be an end