Bury Me in My Shoes - Live in Seattle

I've been walking wicked

Slouching at newsstands

Curled up in half-time

Writing lousy poetry

And a dead star was waking

Shaking sleep from its throat

With a fighter plane flypast

And a dull battle hymn

It was horrible

Life only comes in flashes of greatness

Life only comes in flashes of greatness

Life only comes in flashes of past greatness

It was some old boy chit chat

Some gulf of progress

A Pax Britannia

Like shaking hands with a maniac

I went down through the shipwrecks

The bonfires of good ideas

There was some pagan progress

Some deeper mystery

I couldn't seem to hold it

I couldn't seem to see

I'd been looking in all the wrong places

Well it took him by the arm

And it was beating time on his back

Whispering the words in his ear

And the old man sang...

Life only comes in flashes of greatness

Life only comes in flashes of greatness

Life only comes in flashes of past greatness

And the old man sang,

And the old man sang,

And the old man sang,

Bury me in my shoes

And the old man sang,

With my Sam Browne on,

In the corner of this field,

No guts no glory, yeah right kid?