I count about 25 to 2 We're born too early And there's nothing that we can do Numbers 1 and 8 a deadly combination To catch my youth I went straight to the station!
And I already missed my train
Working nights from 5 to close I've got hot hands From that goddamn kitchen stove Hope you know that this road you are taking Is a dead end, I hope you bend Or You'll be breaking
And I know that I'll miss my life
Go ahead and savor this ?A few years you'll pay for all your kicks? Live life loud while you can So young, and I think that I envy your style
Woah-oh-oh
And I already missed my train
Someone needs to change the books Cause i've got no good looks Safety from the name Cause it's like they took those years away from me
Go ahead and savor this ?A few years you'll pay for all your kicks? Live life loud while you can So young, and I think that I envy your style
Woah-oh-oh
It's 12 o'clock, Take the drinks to the party But i'm too old to be with anybody
And You all will be downing bacardi
Working the night shift And living the night life Are two different things And with age comes envy
Go ahead and savor this ?A few years you'll pay for all your kicks? Live life loud while you can So young, and I think that I envy your styleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.