Running With The Boys

We were kind of feral, wicked little machines Captains and Cavalries forming empires in the shade of the trees Without hesitation, kings of the forest town Holding the ocean down We were half this heavy and twice this loud

So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times

Was what you made it We had our friends around All the images and sounds, Super imposing to old backgrounds

We used to be clumsy, lost in a thousand ways Captivated by the craze, Those were hands down My favorite days

So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times

Suspicion wasn't in our heads It was only underneath the beds, beds Saline eyes didn't have to hide They were always open way too wide, way too wide

So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times

Just like the old times Again just the like the old times We're gonna have it all