What Became of the Likely Lads

Please don't get me wrong, see I forgive you in a song

We'll call it Likely Lads

But if it's left to you I know exactly what you'd do

With all the dreams we had

'Cause blood runs thicker, oh we're thick as thieves you know

It's important to you, it's important to ya

I tried to make you see but you don't wanna know

(You don't want to know)

And if you fight all summer long and get forgiven in a song

Well that's a touch my lad

They sold my rights to end my wrongs away

And when you'd give me songs, welcome back, I said

The blood runs thicker, oh we're thick as thieves you know

That's important to you

It's important to me, I tried to make you see

You don't wanna know, you don't want to know

Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?

What became of the dreams we had?

Oh, what became of forever?

Oh, what became of forever?

Though we'll never know

Please don't get me wrong, see I'll forgive you in a song

Called the Likely Lads

We all the fought the ones, we told the world

We wrote the songs and still the dreams we had

The blood runs thicker, oh we're thick as thieves you know

If that's important to you, yes it's important to me

I tried to make you see but you don't want to know

Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?

What became of the dreams we had?

Oh, what became of forever?

Oh, what became of forever?

We'll never know

But blood runs thicker, oh we're thick as thieves you know

If that's important to you, yes, it's important to me

I tried to make you see but you don't want to know

You don't want to know

Oh, what became of the Likely Lads?

What became of the dreams we had?

Oh, what became of forever?

Oh, what became of forever?

Oh, we'll never know

The ideal girl, in London from France

Came over then left me, she left me entranced now

I have to get by once again on my own

Nothing but, memories

So I remember your eyes

That unique shade of brown

While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed

I kissed you goodbye on the end 109

I choked as I watched the bus go

You're choking and smoking to your angelic soul

Choking and smoking myself into a hole where

The only way out is to sleep and to dream

Come to cry out your name