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
