Driving home alone with the radio on
I had no idea, I was young
Low now, moving south, losing all identity
Later very poor, falling rapidly
Tell you something
It meant nothing
That thing that we did
That we did
Tell you something
It meant nothing
That thing that we did
That we did
Inside ugly, a hindrance to me
I dread to think that I knew you
I don't like how you move
Dodged a bullet there
God save the Queen
I honestly don't care
That's why I'm fleeing
Tell you something
It meant nothing
That thing that we did
That we did
Tell you something
It meant nothing
That thing that we did
That we did
