Fatal habits, broken dreams
Waking up isn't all it seems
We hold on to what we couldn't see
I carried you, you carried me
Camped out in hollywood roasting letters from your father
We proved suvival of the why bother
Chorus:
We were young and excited
We were lost and alone
We were free, but misguided
And we hat no place to call home
Same old story, different song
Most people get the lyrics wrong
Verse by verse we
(wrote, rode) a raging bull
Stomach empty, balls full
Lte nights in hollywood banging guitars and boys
Swingsets and cigarettes were our joys
We were young and excited
We were lost and alone
We were free, but misguided
And we hat no place to call home
Why don't the gideons leave condoms in the drawer?
Bibles don't save many people anymore
We took up quarters in the bathroom, there were dollars on the flor
I looked at you, you said to me, "Jay, we're worth more"
We were young and excited
We were lost and alone
We were free, but misguided
And we hat no place to call home
Writer(s): Mark Edward Warner, Andrew Atkins, Mathew Gore, Benjamin Whitney Windsor
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