Lyrics:
get to hang out
In the back of some big stars tour bus
We're old boots and tee shirts and blue jeans
We're cables and strings and E Chords
We only
The young ones are growin'
We're the kids in America whoa
We're the kids in America whoa
Everybody live for the music go round
Bright lights
Ashes blowin' in the air
I was on fire but we don't care, yeah
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never looking back, and we're never getting old
doesn't leave me hanging (like you)
So put your hands in your pockets and shut it zip it lock it
Coz we're done with your shit and your old ancient habits
gonna make it, I know we will
Our car may be old, our two rooms cold
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
We can't even spare a roach a crumb
But
of the who?
ARTHUR: The Britons.
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we're all Britons and I am your king.
WOMAN: I didn't know we had
so maybe the boys and the ladies
Adore me
Maybe I'll stop feeling lonely
And get back in touch with the old me
We're coming up, babe
We're coming up,
of all the things we’ll do until we’re old and gray
As hand in hand we live our lives together all the way
Cause we’re gonna be happy
We’re gonna have
that, or...?
Dr. stewart: hmm? just concentrate now. that's it. close your eyes. keep your eyes closed. okay. now. we're very comfortable. five [small
we don't care, yeah
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin' back and we're never gettin' old
'Cause the skies are black
But our heart's made
When we're together, we're inseparable, yeah
When we're together, we're inseparable, yeah
When we're together, we're inseparable, yeah
When we're
1, 2, 3, 4!
We're so bored with the same old scene
We're fucked up and wasted
We're bored of people, you know what I mean?
We're fucked up and wasted
We'll get old when we're older
We'll sleep when we're tired
We'll keep burning bright into the night
'Cause we got the fire
And here in this
We're Americans, Americans
We're Americans, Americans
We all speak American with a different tongue
We came from the old world, now we're living in
I just don't know where I belong
Save yourself, we're always saying
We're not the same, we're two in a million
Oh, these are the good old days
These
If it's you, can't be any old thing
You said get used to change
Nothing would be the same
And we're climbing, once again
Gettin' higher, higher,
We're going trough town
We're cruising
We don't keep it down
We're losing track of the time
We're cruising
Cruising trough town
Go take a left, take
I'm on that ancient flow, pyramid
Let the Mayans build it
Pompeii, Egypt knew the secret
We're here to release it
Ancient flow, ooh oh ooh oh
Years
personal time
All the lagging and the dragging
(Yo, I got something to do that day)
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting! We're
way
With that brown brown shield
What if the beat got ‘em feeling wavy
We ‘re so we ‘re so bold
Winning feels so old on my heart i put a glowy fro
We
Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in some other world
We're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy
Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave
Old timer,
You're preachin' at me,
You seem to think
That we are so damn different,
But we're not.
We're both stuck somewhere between life
built a car inside his brain
We're the leopards
You tell me who's the sexiest, Bud
Why, it's Gardenia and the Mighty Slug
We're the leopards
Old
we're gonna make it, I know we will
Our car may be old, our two rooms cold
But we're gonna make it, I know we will
We may not can spare a roach
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