A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand

But for the grace of God goes another man

And I may just waste away from doing nothing

But I'm a martyr to even less

A choir boy is buried on the moors

Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves


And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But I'm a martyr to even less


$#&@ you and your book too
You can have it back

When I'm gone these songs will
Will be my tracks


And I had a stupid dream that I could change things
But I'm a martyr to even less


I hate the ground that I have walked upon
Nothing I've done has ever mattered long