Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks
[Chorus] Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there again
Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies They had a feeling that something was up Because of the look in our eyes In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time We were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way through life
Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there again
Now I got so many people that I got to look out for Never know when I'll become awake and buy some food at the store I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed I gotta get my groove on because I'm freakin bored!
Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
