Lyrics: Vincent Achram/Keeley Bumford/William Rappaport/Henri Lanz
Music: Vincent Achram/Keeley Bumford/William Rappaport/Henri Lanz
We were young, we were punks forever
Yeah, we thought we were ******* clever
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh, You Know
Apathy like a suit of armor
Blow a kiss to the tragic glamour
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh, You Know
Sneakin around to the parties
Taping my hands to the forties
Everybody gettin faded, gettin faded, celebrated
Mixing the Jack with Bacardi
Praying the bar doesn't card me
Everybody feeling weightless,
Get your feet back off the ground
Little cracks underneath the pressure
Cigarettes burnin out together
You know
On the edge but we all knew better
Cause in the end nothing really matters
Sneakin around to the parties
Taping my hands to the forties
Everybody gettin faded, gettin faded, celebrated
Mixing the Jack with Bacardi
Praying the bar doesn't card me
Everybody feeling weightless,
Get your feet back off the ground
Sneakin around to the parties
Taping my hands to the forties
Everybody gettin faded, gettin faded, celebrated
Mixing the Jack with Bacardi
Praying the bar doesn't card me
Everybody feeling weightless,
Get your feet back off the ground
You and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
Yeah, we used to be punks
Cause back in the day
You and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
Yeah, we used to be punks
Punks