We're exclamation marks, the approximate yeah! Shy and tender, we burn like tinder We were fireflies in the hard breeze, we were 60s in the 80s Jumpers with holes, playing our roles A skinny swan vesta with a replica Vespa We're Friday night feathers in our stripes and leathers And you, you belong here And you, you belong here And you might as well go where you belong Our obsessions consume us, they often kill us To be someone must be a wonderful thing Old mods with bellies and hair like shit All your heydays deserve better than this And you, you belong here And you, you belong here So you might as well go where you belong In a time machine, you can fuck off forever Your heart plays tricks on you Forgets the shit on your Beatle boots Edit your life, colour in the grey Your disappearing acts The stupid things you say The mid to late 80s And you, you belong here And you, you belong here But I don't belong here But I don't belong here My 4 am. shivers are gone My punk rock damage is done I'm here and it's where I belong Still singing this song You belong here And you, you belong here And you, you belong here And you, you belong here Whatever happened to the Camden girls?