Never got enough Grow your hair long and move to California Never get old when I am young Never get old when I am young
Mother help her, her man has come Love to meet him and shake hands Peace in the air but we don't care
We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns
Soul is mended I am gone Could have been the chosen one Cared for by what I have done Never get old when I am young Never get old when I am young And I am
Some might say it'll keep you sane Take my sweet time
We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns We wanna shoot our guns
