“Seems like yesterday we were sixteen.
We were the rebels of the rebel scene.
He wore Doc Martens in the sun,
Drinking vintage cider having fun,
We were drinking vintage cider having fun.
We wore Doc Martens in the snow.
Paint our toe-nails black and let our hair grow.
What I am now's what I was then.
I am not more acceptable than then.
But, I am not more acceptable than then.”