Even Less

A body is washed up

On a Norfolk beach

He was a friend that

I could not reach

He thought I was cold

But I understand

But for the grace of

God goes another man

And I may just waste away

From doing nothing

But you're a martyr for even less

For even less

For even less

A choirboy is buried on the moor

Where we used to go dreaming

When we were bored

Some kids are best left

To fend for themselves

And others were born to stack shelves

And I may just waste away

From doing nothing

But you're a martyr for even less

For even less

For even less