Got a playbook full of photographs

The coffin corner floor

Faces hit so out of place

Who's going to bother with the score?

We're long gone [x2]

Used to call you on the telephone

When it was on the wall

Now we line up neat all down the street

And rebel for twice as long

Well something's in a hurry baby

Price fixing a storm

Watch it come but never run

Oh nobody has before

We're long gone