Fatal habits, broken dreams Waking up isn't all it seems We held on to what we couldn't see I carried you, you carried me
Count down in hollywood Roasting letters from your father We proved survival of the "why bother"
We were young and excited We were lost and alone We were free but misguided And we had no place to call home
Same old story, different song Most people get the lyrics wrong Verse by verse we road a raging bull Stomach empty, balls full
Late nights in hollywood Banging guitars and boys Sweet sex and cigarettes Were our joys
We were young and excited We were lost and alone We were free but misguided And we had no place to call home
Why don't the gideons leave condoms in the drawer? Bibles don't save many people anymore We took up quarters in the bathroom There were dollars on the floor I looked at you, you said to me, "jay, we're worth more"
We were young and excited We were lost and alone We were free but misguided And we'd found a place to call homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
