you were my favorite
my favorite
we'd shed our dungarees
do anything you please
some night we'd get so high
we'd be like jesus christ
we drove all around in cars
the world was ours
all when we were young
do you hang him on that hill to teach us how to kill?
did you string him up like that to teach us how to act?
sometimes the things you do
they come back at you
his arms went out so wide
it taught us how to fly
all when we were young
so where'd those planes come from
that burned my city up?
all that smoke and ash
teaching us how to crash
sometimes all the things you do
they come back at you
all that smoke and ash
teaching us how to crash
sometimes the things you do
they come back at you
we drove around in cars
and the world was ours
all when we were young