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You were young and you read stories |
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About desperate lives and broken hearts |
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Deep passions, clueless frustrations |
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Rebel sons and hell breaking loose |
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When it was time to face it in the eye |
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Say, son, what you gotta do? |
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Find a job, a house, a woman |
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Or tear your old man's house apart? [BRIDGE] |
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You could not understand why |
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But you could feel the same emotions |
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The same misery, the same sparks |
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Used to light your soul |
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Find yourself alone in a bad place |
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Get your kicks just to stay alive |
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Always too young to face yourself |
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Old enought to kiss your ass goodnye |
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Find a place (where) you can party everyday |
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Rock'n'Roll means you're no fool |
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Just like at every anciet people's feast |
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Something they never show you at school [BRIDGE] [CHORUS] |
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What a story, it's a story, that's your story too |
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You're getting older now |
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You'd better face the truth |
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What a story, it's a story, that's your story too |
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All those stories that would move you |
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Were about someone like you |
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Life's a whore that you can't pay |
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To make her do all that you want |
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When you're down to your last kicks |
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Pray you're acting in the same show |
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Mommy and daddy fought for freedom |
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Look at this world they've left you |
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Was it worth fighting for their ideals |
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Or lightning a cigarette to make you look cool? [BRIDGE] [CHORUS] |
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Take this! [CHORUS] [FINAL CHORUS] |
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What a story, it's a story, that's your story too |
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You're getting wiser now |
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You'd better think about your youth |
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What a story, it's a story, that's your story too |
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If that story made you cry |
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Well, it was your story too |
