Goalposts Lyrics

Broken sons broke by sons

Of men who knew no different

Boldogság to shag

To madness makes belligerence

Takes us to the matinée

Takes us to the galleries

All so I can snarkly say

Modern art? Well it's rubbish

Don't move the goalposts for me

I'm not happy

I know I go way too far

Need to sort that

Avoid the pits

They're all me me me

You'll meet more than your fair share

Riding for the cavalry

If only you'd see

How you're perceived

You'd be much happier

Than you seem to be

You're a mirror

You're a mate

But pushed the blocks to eighty-eight

I've been to Babylon and back

And I will go no more than that

There's not a virtue in it now

How can parents leave so early

But the kids they come too late

It's only mates that go the way, eh

Their boos mean nothing to me

For I have seen

Just what they cheer for

The door is slammed shut now

Don't move the goalposts for me

It's been fifteen years

Roped up to the machine

What could this be

Don't try too hard don't lose the joy

My little Hungarian sausage boy

Boys will be boys ball in hand

Whilst lines were drawn on dried up land

Hit hard hit fast and always hit first

Things won't get better until they get worse

Now the boy is a man with a gun in his hand

And lines are still drawn on dried up land

Like that matters now

It was way before our time

And I've got a hunch

We're all going to be just fine

Dry goulash splashed across your jersey

Hanging from the goalposts

Said what do you want to be

He said Me

I just want to be happy

And I had to agree

And put the maya behind me

And stop