[00:27.52]They used to think it was so cute
[00:29.96]When she said "Dyer Maker"
[00:31.27]All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica
[00:34.68]She''d always find a ride back home from the bar
[00:38.98]
[00:40.09]She used to feel so stupid
[00:42.84]When they''d talk about the music
[00:44.65]Born into every single tune
[00:47.68]They used to hum against her lips
[00:50.02]With their hands on her hips
[00:51.28]They used to kiss in the car
[00:53.65]
[00:54.81]Dancing days, houses of the holy
[00:58.27]Hot-shot in the city in the middle of the prairie
[01:01.38]Floating with the boys, with all her charms
[01:07.90]At first the laugh, then the eyes
[01:10.21]Then the touch-em-on-the-arm''s
[01:11.61]And the drinks, they''d never seem to cost money
[01:14.58]And Saturday night was a runway
[01:17.78]That extended into Sunday
[01:19.62]And sometimes Monday
[01:22.54]
[01:23.70]Back then it was beautiful
[01:26.96]The boys were sweet and musical
[01:29.86]The laser lights looked mystical
[01:33.35]Messed up stuff felt magical
[01:36.98]Girls didn''t seem so difficult
[01:40.24]Boys didn''t seem so typical
[01:43.35]It was warm and white and wonderful
[01:46.76]We were all invincible
[01:50.55]
[02:01.20]Tired eyes, trampled under foot
[02:05.45]Dazed and confused
[02:07.23]C-C-C-C-Cocaine blues
[02:08.99]She hasn''t got any eye contact tonight
[02:13.58]
[02:14.95]The boys are getting younger
[02:17.27]And the bands are getting louder
[02:18.94]And the new girls are coming up
[02:20.61]Like some white unopened flowers
[02:22.21]She''s pretty sure that that''s where their power is
[02:27.80]
[02:28.72]Back then it was unified
[02:33.90]The punks, the skins, the greaser guys
[02:36.91]Then one summer, two kids died
[02:40.60]And one of them was crucified
[02:43.85]Now it''s so competitive
[02:47.31]The sleeplessness and sedatives
[02:50.10]I know it sounds repetitive
[02:53.62]Every show can''t be a benefit
[02:56.36]
[03:47.82]We were kids in the crowd
[03:49.85]Now we''re dogs in this war
[03:51.56]We were wasps with new wings
[03:53.27]Now we''re bugs in the jar
[03:54.85]We were hot, soft and pure
[03:56.54]Now we''re scratched up in scars
[03:58.15]We were counting cards
[03:59.75]Now we eat in our cars
[04:01.39]The boys in the band
[04:02.94]They know they''ll never be stars
[04:04.62]
[04:06.38]Back then they were quite convinced
[04:10.04]Firing and (?)
[04:13.21]The front row girls were posturing
[04:16.91]We were all imagining
[04:19.32]And man, we had some massive nights
[04:22.74]Some bashes and some bloody fights
[04:26.10]Back before those two kids died