Testo: Cranberries. To The Faithful Departed. The Rebels.

Seems like yesterday we were sixteen
We were the rebels of the rebel scene
He wore Doc Martens in the sun
Drinking vintage cider having fun
We were drinking vintage cider having fun

It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often, hey
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often, hey

He wore Doc Martens in the snow
(We will never go)
Paint our toe-nails black and let our hair grow
(We will never go)
What I am now's what I was then
(We will never go)
I am not more acceptable than them
But, I am not more acceptable than them

It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often, hey
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often, hey
It wasn't often, it wasn't often, it wasn't often
It wasn't often, it wasn't often, it wasn't often
It wasn't often, it wasn't often

Seems like yesterday we were sixteen
We were the rebels of the rebel scene