Send your grannies to the front, the reformation begins.
We're getting the old band back together
It's what you've been dying for,
One final swoop across this battered country.
Turn up in your hundreds, your thousands
Longer teeth, less hirsute, rounder stomachs --
We can still wield those axes,
Fingers squeezing, throttling the neck.
Pounding and booming, crisp scatter shots
Jane gut-wrenching bass, Stuart's the sticks-man
I hold the rallying melodies,
My call, your response.
A hole in everyone's hearts
Our lost comrade Gerry of the keys
The screams dry up, the roars too
Movement limited to head-nodding
Old ideas have been rehashed and redeemed
What went before, no longer up to muster.
Will you come, will you join us?
We're better than we ever were.
We're better than we ever were.
Will you come, will you join us?
What went before, no longer up to muster.
Old ideas have been rehashed and redeemed
Movement limited to head-nodding
The screams dry up, the roars too
Our lost comrade Gerry of the keys
A hole in everyone's hearts
My call, your response.
I hold the rallying melodies,
Jane gut-wrenching bass, Stuart's the sticks-man
Pounding and booming, crisp scatter shots
Fingers squeezing, throttling the neck.
We can still wield those axes,
Longer teeth, less hirsute, rounder stomachs --
Turn up in your hundreds, your thousands
One final swoop across this battered country.
It's what you've been dying for,
We're getting the old band back together
Send your grannies to the front, the reformation begins.
