Studio Lyrics:

We were drinking and having times down by the ocean

Thought of running away but don’t we all

We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous

But we were too drunk to drive or make that call

My amigo

 

Well his eyes were dead but he was still writing down the lines

He had a quart in his hand, he said “I wasn’t made for these times”

 

The cemetery, and the car garage

A couple of dirty dogs

It’s sad but I felt blessed

Amongst the dead we were at our best

Amigo

 

You’re still nineteen, you’re still hungry, you’re still young

You’re still nineteen, you’re still hungry, you’re still loved

You’re only nineteen, you’re only hungry, you’re so dumb

You’re still nineteen, you’re still hungry, you’re still young

My amigo

 

Well his eyes were dead but he was still writing down the lines

He had a quart in his hand, he said “I wasn’t made for these times”

Amigo

Amigo

 

I see too many a man watered down

I see too many a fires burn out

I was there to see your eyes a tire

I was there to hear the talk that didn’t inspire

You should’ve burnt your bills

You should’ve run from the feds

Forgot your name and flushed your meds

You should’ve said the things you heard in your head

There’s too many good men living dead

 

And I don’t wanna miss a damn thing

I’m never gonna miss a damn thing

Cause signs lead to signs and times got time until there’s no time left at all

I don’t wanna miss a damn thing

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Thanks for coming to my show
Thanks for coming to my little piece of work

You should of come to my show
You never hid in the shadow
You gonna hang out now

We gonna have a time now
We gonna keep on rolling
It's gonna keep on going
It's gonna roll, man
I will never miss a damn thing
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing

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