Mid 8Ts - Comet Gain

We’re exclamation marks, the approximate yeah!

Shy and tender, we burn like tinder

We were fireflies in the hard breeze, we were 60s in the 80s

Jumpers with holes, playing our roles

A skinny swan vesta with a replica Vespa

We’re Friday night feathers in our stripes and leathers

And you, you belong here

And you, you belong here

And you might as well go where you belong

Our obsessions consume us, they often kill us

To be someone must be a wonderful thing

Old mods with bellies and hair like shit

All your heydays deserve better than this

And you, you belong here

And you, you belong here

So you might as well go where you belong

In a time machine, you can fuck off forever

Your heart plays tricks on you

Forgets the shit on your Beatle boots

Edit your life, colour in the grey

Your disappearing acts

The stupid things you say

The mid to late 80s

And you, you belong here

And you, you belong here

But I don’t belong here

But I don’t belong here

My 4 am.

shivers are gone

My punk rock damage is done

I’m here and it’s where I belong

Still singing this song

You belong here

And you, you belong here

And you, you belong here

And you, you belong here

Whatever happened to the Camden girls?