We're nothing new you know
The doomed are always sad
First of the few you know
Mmmm it always turns out bad
I was a gun-runner
And you my special dame
One happy summer then...
Mmm, it always ends the same...
A Bowery bum on the Colosseum
A neo-con on the Parthenon
No bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover no
Not this time...
You're nothing special kid
Ah... don't get sore
All of those tricks you did
Mmmm, they've all been done before
The rich are always rich
The poor are always poor
Now isn't that a bitch?
This is it boys, ooooh
This is war
A Bowery bum on the Colosseum
A neo-con on the Parthenon
No bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover no
Not this time...
What happened to our plans?
Oooo, we had the world in our hands...
No bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover no
Not this time...
Let's take our chances and run
Just you and me... and a gun
And those bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover no
Not this time