Songtext von Yardcow

Come on down to our best years We'll sell tickets but wait in line You can't tell us we're good enough Step right up to our swell cars Sit right down in our back rooms It's not over till you go In a month we'll leave this place Leave the trash on the stairs Be the bright boys with bright eyes Hey, hey, hey, hey this is all right Thank God I'm here Hey, hey, hey, hey this is all right Thank God I'm here Silver guitars and plastic stars And movies Starring roles and supermodels And passports A house in the hills and trips To rehab yearby But keys to your house is the one Thing they'll never give me