It wasn't thunder, or a shot across the bows,
That was blood, my friend, and you're in for it now
When the whip cracks, that's your calling card,
For your brothers and the boys doing press-ups in the yard
Glory days, glory days,
You threw them all away,
You should have known better,
You should have known better
When the cock crows at the break of dawn,
It should be crying freedom, but it's nothing but a yawn
Don't touch me - you're a marked man now,
You can say goodbye to the last gang in town
Glory days, glory days,
You threw them all away,
You should have known better,
You should have known better (x2)
And we told your girl you wished you were there,
There were hands everywhere, she was too drunk to care,
And we miss you, when we're out on the town,
While you're doing yours at the pleasure of the crown
And the victim of what you did
Was just talked out of a suicide bid,
And the girls scream, "you'll get yours yet!"
We all saw the footage, it was up on the net
Glory days, glory days,
You threw them all away,
You should have known better,
You'd better forget her
Glory days, glory days,
You threw them all away,
You should have known better,
You should have known better