The Indelicates - Fun Is For The Feeble Minded lyrics

England is mine But I don't want it England is mine, it's mine But you can have it 'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s Without the Vietnam War And honey you can't have a Rose Without the thorn And when you're dancing To the old tunes At the nineteen-nineties disco And you turn to All your old friends And you wonder: where'd all this go? Yeah You were young You were healthy You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy So you swayed and you swerved Through the things you deserved It was oh so clear You were young But you're ageing And the end is like a shadow there, waiting Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded Whom no treatise can justify Clever is as clever does And clever doesn't try to hide it With integrity in facsimile Misogyny inside it, honey You can't have the seventies Without the born And honey you can't have the Darkness Without the dawn When you're talking Through the old tunes At the postmodernist disco And you turn from all your old friends And you can't see where'll this go Yeah You were young You were healthy You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy So you swayed and you swerved Through the things you deserved It was oh so clear You were young But you're ageing And the end is like a shadow there, waiting Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded Whom no treatise can justify Cause honey You can't have the eighties Without the Berlin Wall And honey You can't have the fifties Without the atom bomb And honey You can't have the old days Without the diseased poor And honey You can't have the moment 'Cause the moment isn't yours