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 For even less For even less