All When We Were Young - The Felice Brothers

You were my favorite, my favorite

We’d shed our Dungarees, do anything you please

Some night we’d get so high, we’d be like Jesus Christ

We drove all around in cars, the world was ours

All when we were young

Do you hang him on that hill to teach us how to kill?

Did you string him up like that to teach us how to act?

Sometimes the things you do, they come back at you

His arms went out so wide, it taught us how to fly

All when we were young

So where’d those planes come from

That burned my city up?

All that smoke and ash, teaching us how to crash

Sometimes all the things you do, they come back at you

All that smoke and ash, teaching us how to crash

Sometimes the things you do, they come back at you

We drove around in cars, and the world was ours

All when we were young