Echoes of a concrete jungle from a cheap cassette
The good times never last
But we didn't know it yet
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Pouring whiskey on our dreams til they seem like good ideas
What you're programmed to accept
Is miles away from how you feel
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Daughter of roses, son of thorns
Cast your fate to the road
Take the summer by the hand
We're never going home
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
So I went back to the neighborhood
Where I spent my childhood
And then I finally understood
Loaded - The Ghosts Are out Tonight Lyrics
Loaded - The Ghosts Are out Tonight Lyrics
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Echoes of a concrete jungle from a cheap cassette
The good times never last
But we didn't know it yet
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Pouring whiskey on our dreams til they seem like good ideas
What you're programmed to accept
Is miles away from how you feel
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Daughter of roses, son of thorns
Cast your fate to the road
Take the summer by the hand
We're never going home
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
So I went back to the neighborhood
Where I spent my childhood
And then I finally understood
The good times never last
But we didn't know it yet
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Pouring whiskey on our dreams til they seem like good ideas
What you're programmed to accept
Is miles away from how you feel
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
Daughter of roses, son of thorns
Cast your fate to the road
Take the summer by the hand
We're never going home
And the music never dies
Til the sun starts to rise
We were wasted but it tasted so good
So I went back to the neighborhood
Where I spent my childhood
And then I finally understood
Writer: NICK ROTHSTEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, MMP Mute Music Publishing e.K.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, MMP Mute Music Publishing e.K.