Tekstovi: Youth Brigade. Happy Hour. This Is A Life.

Remember when you were 14 man.
Thinkin' you were cool.
Got your courage from a paper bag.
Drink till you drool.
Saved up all your launched money
For the stadium tour
By the time the bands came on.
You were passed out on the floor.

Ever wonder why the generations
forget their younger daze.
Don't understand the wild expressions
Are not merely a phaze

Smoking out in the bushes at school.
Ditch class all day.
Cops call your mom downtown.
Say they'll put you away.
Tell them all to go to hell.
They've got nothing on you.
Always telling you what to do.
And you're always getting screwed.

And you walk down to the beach
And jump into the sea.
Surf till you can't move then go out and rage till 3.
Get up at 5 a.m. and do it all again.
Oh, this is a life, I can't complain.