Letra de BritRock

And it is not the cause
but maybe the effects
that has me feeling bad for these kids I've never met
The ones who sit in class
saying, "I know all the answers"
But never raise their hands cause they're scared of all the laughter
And I know freedom's here
I can feel it on my lips
I feel it in my bones and I feel it in my hips
And the party's almost over
but I haven't said a word
Oh yeah, baby, there's motive here for sure
I wanna get old with you again
So old with you again
I wanna see my babies grow up really fast
On the eastern side of France
I wanna get old with you again
So old with you again
I wanna see my babies grow up really fast
On the eastern side of France
And she wants me at the bottom
I'm running my mouth
And there's tears in my eyes
And my head in my hands
And I open my trunk, yeah, I open my trunk
And my baseball cards are still in there
They're still in there
Hold on, wake up
Get drunk, get fucked up
Hold on, wake up
Get drunk, get fucked up
Hold on, wake up
Get drunk, get fucked up
Hold on, wake up
Get drunk, get fucked up