We're not strong enough, we're not young enough
We're not alone enough, or cold enough
Emotionally we're not even old enough
Late at night we're in a video game dream
There is no lover in this number scene
We summon every child or ghost we've seen
Then suddenly we hear that mic post theme
Everything is alright, we play today
Everything is okay, we play today
Late at night on the underground train
Through endless suburbs and endless pain
Deep in the tunnel under the London rain
Suddenly we hear mic post again
Ooh
Everything is alright, we play today
If there really is a God
We should be late again
We watch those films that make men cry
Young lovers kiss, then fight and die
We start to yearn, we climb the vine
We have to face the truth sometime
We're not strong enough, we're not young enough
We're not alone enough, or cold enough
Emotionally we're not even old enough
Oh, no
For long
Yadda, yadda, yah
Late at night we find the racing team
We're faced with women and a reality game
We feel alive, we feel new and blind
We're here in my post in the air this time
Everything is alright
Ba-da-ba, we pray today
Ba-da-ba, if there really is a God
Ba-da-ba, we should get laid today
There comes a time in every little punk's life
When he has to write a song for his common law wife
We make our women wait until they want to scream
We can always whistle at night posting
Everything is alright
Ba-da-ba, we pray today
Ba-da-ba, if there really is a God
Ba-da-ba, we should get laid today
Ba-da-ba, if there really is a God
We watch those films that make men cry
Young lovers kiss, then fight and die
Ba-da-ba, we pray today
We start to yearn, we climb the vine
We have to face the truth sometimes
We have to face the truth sometimes