We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles We’re the lost boys, in the supermarket aisles We’re christmas dogs dumped, by the side of the road Confused, we will run for miles We are road rage We are stone age We are wild We are busted light bulbs, in a backstreet neon sign We’re the shaking gun in a service station line We’ll drink though we’re drunk We’ll sink though we’ve sunk We’re fucked but we say that we’re fine We are rampage Missing back pages in our spine We long for journeys and the roadside We long for starlight and the low tide Yeah, we long for fairy tales and firesides And, oh We are coffeehouse cynics Too righteous, too rigid to believe Disappointed romantics Scraping the heart’s from our sleeves We’re the toothless drunk We’re the ageing punk Yeah, we are Adam We’re the apple, and we’re Eve We are beggars with shiny pennies, on our knees We long, for sunlight on the hillsides Yeah, we long, for yesterdays and hindsight Oh, we long, for fairy tales and firesides And, oh Yeah, we long for carnivals and fairground rides Oh, we long for journeys and the roadsides Oh, we long for fairy tales and firesides