Hey Hey Hey Yeah We had everything vinyl and mono And we looked the other way Man we were so dumb Is the the part in the book that you wrote Where I gotta come and save the day Did you miss me Did you miss me Yeah yeah yeah Well they say that rock is dead They're probably right Ninety-nine girls in the pit Did it have to come to this Oh god you owe me one more song So I can prove to you that I am so much better than him Oh god please listen fast Here comes the crash We're gonna rise above We gotta smash it up You won't abandon us again Hey Give us brilliant boys we want to Fuck Man Full of ecstasy hard drugs and bad luck Yeah yeah yeah Turn the lights back on It burns so hard But you won't burn long Three chords in your pocket tonight Are you you the one With the spark to bring my punk rock back I don't think so Oh god I want to hear you say I want to hear you say your sorry again Oh god you owe me one more song So I can prove to you that I am so much better than him Oh god I'd give you anything to hear you say that I was right and you were wrong Oh god before I leave this life No and eight-ball isn't love A hookers never gonna come Just give it back to me Blow out all of the lights to night Yeah 2 million miles down the PCH And now he's gone I slashed his tires I bled his brakes It had to be done Their hand job lives were just too cruel Yeah mercy was done We drown them all in their swimming pools Run away run away run away yeah Oh god I want to hear you say I want to hear you say that you were wrong again Oh god I want to hear you say I want to hear you say that I am so much better than him Oh god you owe us one more song Just get out of my life And see the world as it really is Is this just a sad slide show Can't make a hooker come An eight ball isn't love I need one thing that's divine Let me hear it tonight Let me hear it tonight I gotta hear it tonight You gotta let me here the one lost chord tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
