Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage
Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage
Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex
Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our
checks
Memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories make me want to go back there, back
there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back
there
I want to be there again
Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies
They had a feeling that something was up
Because of the look in our eyes
In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the
time
We were so sure of ourselves and drove a long way through
life
Memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories make me want to go back there, back
there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back
there
I want to be there again
Now I got so many people that I got to look out for
I never know when I'll be called away to buy some food at the
store
I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be
mowed
I gotta get my groove on because I'm freakin bored!
Memories make me want to go back there, back there
All the memories make me want to go back there, back
there
All the memories, how can we make it back there, back
there
I want to be there again |
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