Edgar Broughton Band Don't Even Know Which Day It Is
I could fall down
Would you stand me up
It’s not enough for you to say you love me
Who’s the lad who’d kill his dad
For the sake of the right to belong
To the new confusion
I don’t believe it
Don’t even know which day it is
Do you trust in a world that turns about
While another mother’s sons are being borrowed
Can you laugh aloud
While you’re crying inside
For the years that you tried to belong
To the old confusion
I don’t believe it
Don’t even know which day it is
I don’t want life in the company
You are undone by the smell
Of next week’s savings
I don’t want God in the three-and-nines
You’re so fine
You’ll be ill from your own virtue
I don’t believe it
Don’t even know which day it is
We’re of the same opinion
So hard to tell us apart
We’re at the foot of the future
And it’s kicking us up the past
