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When I was younger I used to go and tip cows for fun, yeah Actually I didn't do that 'Cos I didn't want the cow to be sad But some of my friends did They were all just a little bit wicked They'd blow up mail boxes With a baseball bat Go for direct hits I know how to win you can forget it They throw rotten eggs into traffic Toilet paper the fences Throw the tables, chairs, and the benches After practice Sometimes we would break into mad fits Causin' damage (Burnin' amplifiers and mic stands) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous I've got a confession That I will make if you will listen Late in the nighttimes We'd drive around with hairspray and sharp knives Lookin' for road kills Lightin' things on fire for cheap thrills Stab the corpses And lick the knives like we're evil forces Hockey games on frozen ponds No safety pads were ever put on Drivin' home on country roads Sixty-five in a twenty-five zone In my parents Tercel How did we survive so well Throw the keys and the wheel locked up I almost killed every one us Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous There must be A guardian angel Or some kind of destiny we have 'Cos we should have died A long time ago The way that we were livin' in our paths What will we say when our kids come to us And ask, with a smile on their face, "Hey Dad, my friend's got some new ninja swords! Is it cool if we slash up his place?" Hey Hey Hey ("Is it cool if we slash up his place?") And get dangerous Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Boo yah!) Everybody get dangerous Everybody get dangerous (Ow!) Ow! Ow! Gow! Gow! (Yee, heeya!) (Gow!)

I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars. This is our decision to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute? Forget about our mothers and our friends. We were fated to pretend. I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms. I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world. I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home. Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. But there is really nothing, nothing we can do. Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. The models will have children, we'll get a divorce, we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course. We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end. We were fated to pretend. yeah yeah yeah

If i told you things i did before Told you how i used to be Would you go along with someone like me If you knew my story word for word Had all of my history Would you go along with someone like me I did before and had my share It didn't lead nowhere I would go along with someone like you It doesn't matter what you do Who you were hanging with We could stick around and see this night through And we don't care about the young folks Talkin' bout the young style And we don't care about the old folks Talkin' 'bout the old style too And we don't care about our own faults Talkin' 'bout our own style All we care about is talking Talking only me and you Usually when things has gone this far People tend to disappear No one would surprise me unless you do I can tell there's something goin' on Hours seem to disappear Everyone is leaving i'm still with you It doesn't matter what we do Where we are going to We can stick around and see this night through And we don't care about the young folks Talkin' bout the young style And we don't care about the old folks Talkin' 'bout the old style too And we don't care about our own faults Talkin' 'bout our own style All we care about is talking Talking only me and you And we don't care about the young folks Talkin' bout the young style And we don't care about the old folks Talkin' 'bout the old style too And we don't care about our own faults Talkin' 'bout our own style All we care about is talking Talking only me and you (repeat) Talking only me and you Talking only me and you Talking only me and you