Big City Bombers Lookin' For Trouble
I'm hanging round on this beat up couch,
Listening to records and hanging out,
With the music and my friends by my side,
If just don't get any better than this,
It's midnight on division street,
I was out drinking with Benny and Keith,
Lookin' for trouble, we were up to no good,
That's the way we wanted it to be,
We spent endless days and sleepless nights,
Smoking, drinking, and getting into fights,
We didn't walk the line or follow the path,
We're on a dead end road going nowhere fast.
And that was the way that we wanted it to be,
Living our lives so recklessly,
And that was the way that we wanted it to be,
And that was the way that we wanted it to be.
Driving round town, we got nowhere to go,
Listening to rock'n'roll songs on the radio,
It was us against the world we were bound to lose,
And we didn't want it any other way,
I'm hanging round on this beat up couch,
Listening to records and hanging out,
With the music and my friends by my side,
It's all I ever want and need.
And that was the way that we wanted it to be,
Living out lives so recklessly,
And that was the way that we wanted it to be,
And that was the way that we wanted it to be.
