Press Studs

(Verse 1)

Adidas press studs with
Wet look gel in our hair
A time when Noel Gallagher
Was endorsing Tony Blair

An era of Clipper lighters
Air Max, Kickers & Pods
Back then absolutely no one
Picked shit up after their dogs

Fashion victims spilled
From every school door
Draped in Spliffy, Eclipse
And Naff Naff Co.54

Bangers such as Barbie Girl
Blaired from Top of the Pops
Predatory presenters preyed
While the cameras never stopped

(Chorus)

Memories caked in static
It's so easy to forget
Rewinding the tangled tape
Of our favourite MC rave cassettes

Rose-tinted recollections
Of days that seemed the best
Were things really better?
Or is the tracking off on our VHS?

(Verse 2)

With forged lunch passes
We never missed a trick
By far the best part of school
Was constantly playing the nick

Getting caught short in the woods
And receiving dirty looks
No bog roll in sight
Only school textbooks

Loitering at the shops
Or around by the swings
Looking dapper dressed in Kappa
With an obnoxious Chelsea fringe

Snacking on Space Raiders,
Mr Chews and Cheesy Poofs
Smoking only organic vapes
On the back of the school bus

(Chorus)

Memories caked in static
It's so easy to forget
Rewinding the tangled tape
Of our favourite MC rave cassettes

Rose-tinted recollections
Of days that seemed the best
Were things really better?
Or is the tracking off on our VHS?

(Verse 3)

White cider, Lambrini
Waterfalls and dirty bags
Bootleggers selling drink to kids
Chased down with knock-off fags

Eating magic mushrooms slimy
Straight from the autumn grass
Dodgy shopkeepers selling kids
Discount crates of butane gas

Sunny days spent swimming lengths
In the abandoned local quarries
Leisurely doing the backstroke
Through oil drums and antifreeze

Bobbing through effervescent effluent
And runoff from the farm
The green glowing water
Never done us any harm

(Chorus)

Memories caked in static
It's so easy to forget
Rewinding the tangled tape
Of our favourite MC rave cassettes

Rose-tinted recollections
Of days that seemed the best
Were things really better?
Or is the tracking off on our VHS?

(Verse 4)

Most stuck together after school
Dancing and drinking in the clubs
Losing some of the stragglers
To addiction and hard drugs

Still immensely immature
Somehow living our lives with purpose
Our friendship like case-hardened links
Forged in the 90s furnace

Finding love and settling down
Are the greatest things we did
Reminded every day of ourselves
In the faces of our kids

All in all we had a blast
We're still romanticising yesteryear
So fill your drinks and raise your glass
To those no longer here

(Chorus)

Memories caked in static
It's so easy to forget
Rewinding the tangled tape
Of our favourite MC rave cassettes

Rose-tinted recollections
Of days that seemed the best
Were things really better?
Or is the tracking off on our VHS?