Last Boy On The Swings

Passing bells for teenagers this summer
Drinking stella artois on the bowling green
Shook some hands and passed exams I was on my way
And now I need a way home

Ohhhhh my GCSEs
For this I'd give it all up
And now I need a way home

Rust on the swings sings restlessley and cruelly
As it runs past the school and yesterday
Shook some hands and passed exams I was on my way
And now I need a way home

Ohhhhh my GCSEs
For this I'd give it all up
And now I need a way home

Stand up my boy
Get up my son
The last boy on the swings is dead

We had so much time
So much time