A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach

He was a friend that I could not reach

He thought I was cold but I understand

But for the grace of God goes another man



And I may just waste away from doing nothing

But I'm a martyr to even less



A choir boy is buried on the moors

Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored

Some kids are best left to fend for themselves

And others were born to stack shelves



And I may just waste away from doing nothing

But I'm a martyr to even less



Fuck you and your book too

You can have it back

When I'm gone these songs will

Will be my tracks



And I had a stupid dream that I could change things

But I'm a martyr to even less



I hate the ground that I have walked upon

Nothing I've done has ever mattered long