Me and my friends know all the old moves,
Alcohol and weed high.
We live like our fathers before us,
Never thinking that one day, we will die
Maybe we won’t die.
Maybe our names shall be immortalized in the hearts of men,
On the lips of women that sing,
And in the ears of children that learn.
Me and my friends have kissed the same old girls,
We break new hearts.
We know that life is naught but a movie,
And we know our parts.
And all we want is to die like heroes,
With a million enemy arrows whistling behind,
Crawling home to the one we love,
And beauty, the only thing in mind.
So, me and my friends know all the old moves,
Fun time and the hangovers.
We will leave this world with so much noise and romp,
Hoping that someone cares or bothers…