Hunstanton Pier

It was 2004 if I'm not mistake, when the poison hit my lips And I haven't looked back since I had friends back then and a PMA to match, we were young and out of touch with the things we'd grow up to hate so much, in time. Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive We spent our days trying to speak, to the girls that left us weak But now I'm ageing badly and my friends' been laid to rest And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins. To tell you the truth I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate the city I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me. In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I've known And the places I called home But in my head and in my mind they're all just things I left behind Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town With less culture than Jeremy Kyle But it stole our hearts for a while And most weekends I found nothing but regret Between many a drunk girls' legs And in many a strangers' bed. To tell you the truth I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate the city I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me. In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I've known And the places I called home But in my head and in my mind they're all just things I left behind Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.