Young Things - The Feeling

What am i doing in another basement?

I’m on replacing that’s an understatement

But something tells me that I’m gonna get bent tonight

You’ve got your fashion get your drugs

They got that poppers in a little bom bags

Oh when it comes to healthy appetite

Like at the young things

With the time for living

Look in their eyes like

They’re doing this for the first time

Like they are missing it

Look at the clothes they wear

The color of their hair

That make their moms despair

When they really tried

Well they don’t even try

I believe that everyone guess

A free pass some booze and cigarettes

Long as you do it I don’t have to call it exercise

Well I feel this is a fucking T-rex

I got my wellies and I got my gold tax

All of the kids they’re having chemical Sexes fine

You know it create mine

Like the young things

With the time of believing

Look in their eyes like

They’re doing this for the first time

Like they are missing it

I love the shits they say

I love the games they play

But not surprise

I pay getting left behind

Alright

(give it to me, give it to me)

I’m aware there’s more to this world

Than checking out the It boys and It girls

But youth that shines like diamond pearls so bright, so bright

But here I am just soaking it up

The oil spill still fillin' my cup

Until i’m chased by another pop tonight

How can you blame me now?

Look at the young things

With the time of believing

Look in their eyes like like

They’re doing this for the first time

Like they are missing it

Look at the clothes they wear

When they cut their hair

They make the most despair

If they will try

Out of the shit they say

Out of the games they play

And it’s the price I pay

Letting left behind

Alright