Young Things

(альбом: The Feeling - 2016)

What am I doing in another basement?
I'm on replacing that's an understatement
But something tells me that I'm gonna get bent tonight
You've got your fashion get your drugs
They got that poppers in a little bom bags
Oh when it comes to [?] healthy appetite

Like at the young things
With the time for living
Look in their eyes like
They're doing this for the first time
Like they are missing it
Look at the clothes they wear
The color of their hair
That make their moms despair
When they really tried
Well they don't even try

I believe that everyone guess
A free pass some booze and cigarettes
Long as you do it I don't have to call it exercise
Well I feel this is a fucking T-Rex
I got my wellies and I got my gold tax
All of the kids they're having chemical sexes fine
You know it create mine

Like the young things
With the time of believing
Look in their eyes like
They're doing this for the first time
Like they are missing it
I love the shits they say
I love the games they play
But not surprise
I pay getting left behind
Alright
(Give it to me, give it to me)

I'm aware there's more to this world
Than checking out the it boys and it girls
But youth that shines like diamond pearls so bright, so bright
But here I am just soaking it up
The oil spill still filling my cup
Until I'm chased by another pop tonight
How can you blame me now?

Look at the young things
With the time of believing
Look in their eyes like like
They're doing this for the first time
Like they are missing it
Look at the clothes they wear
When they cut their hair
They make the most despair
If they will try
Out of the shit they say
Out of the games they play
And it's the price I pay
Letting left behind
Alright