Ragged jagged hearts never quite filled
Sweet wee county choirboys
A dumb angel and a would be rolled stone
Two obsessed gold varnish cowboys
I guess we'll never make it
Whether it was worth it all, the ribbons and the bows
And I was the first brother to die
I guess too late to be recognized
So pin your teenage heart to me
In a West Hampstead room I fight the gloom
With 500 Beach Boys bootlegs
All of them, they think that we're strange
Working upstairs in the record tape exchange
I guess we'll never make it
Did we sing for scented scarves and imagined girls
And I was the second brother to die
So please play the beautiful music
I'll pin my teenage heart to you
The Godfrey Brothers to be remembered at all
The Godfrey Brothers to be remembered with love after all
The Godfrey Brothers to be remembered with love after all
The Godfrey Brothers to be remembered with love after all
Raise our arms to the rain
The Godfrey Brothers they won't remember our names after all
The Godfrey Brothers to be remembered with love after all
To be remembered with love after all