The tables have turned
The sky is no longer grey
For the first time in years we sensed something was changing
Ripped all the books, all the words, all the pages
They all meant nothing, didn't mean a thing
Content's an understatement how could we forget
The last few years after all the time we've spent

Finding our feet in a world we can see
and we start to believe that what we find is what we keep
and if you don't hear our songs on the radio
It wasn't about that anyway
they'll shut us down and say fuck our band OI!
but we'll keep playing and we'll say fuck you

Finding our feet in a world we can see
and we start to believe that what we find is what we keep