Testo di 1964

I´ll tell you something jack You don´t know the real deal What comes around may still go around And that´s just how i feel Better hear something jack Life´s a piece of shit you know Whenever you expect something of it It turns out a horror show Those were the best days of our lives Were never real, and never right Then you come around And you´re not waiting much But this is it my dear You better hold a punch Oh god you come like this Just while she acts like that And i say Maybe you´ll wake up again In 1964 We´ll be holding flowers in our hand In 1964