Saturday afternoon
The blood already boiling in the backroom
Sweet sweet music and cigarette smoke in the air
Laid-back but faking
Cause the six-packs make us ache
Because we we re too young
We re dreaming that the streets outside
Can take us anywhere
Let s get out before we fall apart
From nostalgia and broken hearts
I m so loaded and it s getting so late
Let us love before we learn to hate
Now if God made the cities
Then the devil himself made the small towns
And we promised eachother
We ll never grow old in this place
But while we re still here
We ll be squeezing every drop out of this junk-life
We ll celan it till it shines while
We re waiting for the glory days
Let s get out before we fall apart...
Now some of us won t get away
And some of us will have to stay
But you can me we ll leave them all behind one day
Let s get out before we fall apart..