Gentlemen & Scholars We're Outta Here '89
My friends say I should be happy to be alive. Let's roll
You won't need your coat for this one.
If you fear what is coming, you should go inside.
It's always been nice with the right sound.
And only the best will play you out.
Rest so sour this evening
Rest thinking with an open hand
Rest tapping out along the way of
every note and beat that's played
And my friends say I should be happy to be alive.
Yeah this time, underground is literal
Born, raised, and died in 1989
What a bolt of lightning we all were
Your mothers should have stopped in 1989
Your power and might can't sway
The inevitable standing strong and coming your way
Stand down. Let the feeling take effect
Just embrace the case that you might be next.
Hold me up. I can't stand quite still.
I'm hoping when I go out
It'll be with a thrill
So much for the thrill
And my friends say I should be happy to be alive.
I don't need,
I don't need to be the salt in your sores.
Take my case before my head hits the floor.
I don't need, I don't need my wounds licked no more.
I don't need, I don't need your life support.
Stake my claim.
Please envy what isn't yours
