Glossary
When We Were Wicked
I remember every little thingYoung blood and underfedDays spent hidden from the worldLips kissed by cigarettesWhen we were wickedNothing could slow us downSo come on out and run with me tonightLike we did when we owned this townDon’t you want to feel like we did beforeWhen time it didn’t matterDancing on the porch to the rock ‘n’ rollMade you laugh, made you singMade you feel like you were someoneFour bands at a house showOn a three band billFive dollars got you in hereNow George Dickel’s gonna make you feelThere’s a party somewhereOut on Highway 96Ain’t got to worry about the cops coming‘Cause it’s too far out in the sticksSo come on outI know we’re older nowBut I’ve still got the fire in me
From Letras Mania