Carl Barât And The Jackals - Glory Days

It wasn't thunder, or a shot across the bows
That was blood, my friend, and you're in for it now
When the whip cracks, that's your calling card
For your brothers and the boys doing press-ups in the yard

Glory days, glory days
You threw them all away
You should have known better
You should have known better

When the cock crows at the break of dawn
It should be crying freedom, but it's nothing but a yawn
Don't touch me, you're a marked man now
You can say goodbye to the last gang in town

Glory days, glory days
You threw them all away
You should have known better
You should have known better

And we told your girl you wished you were there
There were hands everywhere, she was too drunk to care
And we miss you, when we're out on the town
While you're doing yours at the pleasure of the crown

And the victim of what you did
Was just talked out of a suicide bid
And the girls scream: You'll get yours yet!
We all saw the footage, it was up on the net

Glory days, glory days
You threw them all away
You should have known better
You'd better forget her

Glory days, glory days
You threw them all away
You should have known better
You should have known better