i was born a bitter old man who got his heart broken in catalonia, 1936. i haven’t felt right since, so i gave up on life before i arrived. i knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone but fascists and republicans and their apologists. but i swear to god, i’m gonna die full of naive optimism; a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction that things can be different. oh yeah, things are gonna be real different when we’re finished around here. i always wanted to die young. i always wanted to die young. i always wanted to die young; now i feel younger every day, and i just hope i die younger than i am. i can hear you from a dozen states away shivering through a dope sick morning of no money left and nothing else to steal. lord only knows that i’ve had my share, because there were years when i was ready to die, but it’s only been recently that i’ve been willing to live. and i swear to god, i didn’t plan for things to end up this way. i had a teenager’s conviction that i would be different. oh yeah, i was gonna be real different than the person i became. i always wanted to die young. i always wanted to die young. i always wanted to die young; now i feel younger every day, and i just hope i die younger than i am. but now living’s a struggle, except when it isn’t. (yeah), i woke up this morning and i wasn’t in prison, but i can’t promise that i’m far from it. i’d still kill a man for cigarette, but with friends like you, who needs homicide? so this song goes out to all our homies locked down. come on back now, we need you around. that judge, he doesn’t know what he’s done. no, judges never know the things they do. how could they?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
