Song | Twenty-Four |
Artist | Centro-Matic |
Album | 24 Songs |
Johnson | |
Well, I never felt this way at twenty-four | |
With the fiends and ghouls and darkness at my door | |
But I can substantiate that you’re my friend. | |
I will try to leave all my suspicious ways | |
And the presence of my demons every day | |
Things you might not want to know anyway. | |
And they might just complicate | |
This new life that we create | |
But I’m trying every day. | |
To improve and not conform | |
Stick with what we’re fighting for | |
Like the simple times before, at twenty-four. | |
There are cowards that our public has elected | |
Killers, thieves and things that I could never be | |
And I never claimed perfection but seriously. | |
You can bet they’ll chalk it up to their religion | |
You can bet they won’t acknowledge you or me | |
Dirty deeds in SUV’s, that ain’t me. | |
So I’m calling all the ones that I have loved | |
Heroes, confidants and all my enemies | |
Hold it strong a little longer, that’s the key. | |
And for you that stood beside, be at beginning | |
And for you that might escort me to my end | |
This is my humble salute to you, my friend. | |
And they might just complicate | |
The world that we create | |
But I’m trying every day. | |
To improve and not conform | |
Stick with what we’re fighting for | |
Like the simple times before, at twenty-four. |
Johnson | |
Well, I never felt this way at twentyfour | |
With the fiends and ghouls and darkness at my door | |
But I can substantiate that you' re my friend. | |
I will try to leave all my suspicious ways | |
And the presence of my demons every day | |
Things you might not want to know anyway. | |
And they might just complicate | |
This new life that we create | |
But I' m trying every day. | |
To improve and not conform | |
Stick with what we' re fighting for | |
Like the simple times before, at twentyfour. | |
There are cowards that our public has elected | |
Killers, thieves and things that I could never be | |
And I never claimed perfection but seriously. | |
You can bet they' ll chalk it up to their religion | |
You can bet they won' t acknowledge you or me | |
Dirty deeds in SUV' s, that ain' t me. | |
So I' m calling all the ones that I have loved | |
Heroes, confidants and all my enemies | |
Hold it strong a little longer, that' s the key. | |
And for you that stood beside, be at beginning | |
And for you that might escort me to my end | |
This is my humble salute to you, my friend. | |
And they might just complicate | |
The world that we create | |
But I' m trying every day. | |
To improve and not conform | |
Stick with what we' re fighting for | |
Like the simple times before, at twentyfour. |