Amigo
by The Glorious Sons

We were drinking and having times down by the ocean
Thought of running away, but don't we all?
We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous
But we were too drunk to drive or make that call

My amigo
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines
He had a cord in his hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times"
Cemetery

In the cockerush a couple of dirty dogs
It's sad, but I felt blessed
Amongst the dead, we were at our best
Amigo

You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still loved
You're only nineteen
You're only hungry
You're so dumb
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young

My amigo
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines
He had a cord in his hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times"
Amigo
Amigo

I see too many young men watered down
I see too many of fires burn out
I was there to see your eyes of tire
I was there to hear the talk that did inspire
You shoulda burned your bills
You shoulda run from the feds
Forgot your name
And flushed your meds
You shoulda said the things you heard in you head
There's too many good men living dead
And I don't wanna miss a damn thing
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing
'Cause signs lead to signs
And time's got time
Until there's no time left at all
I don't wanna miss a damn thing

Thanks for coming to my show
Thanks for coming to my show
Thanks for coming to my little piece of work
You never hid in the shadow
You wanna hang out now
You're gonna run out of time now
We gonna keep on rolling
It's gonna keep on going
It's gonna roll, man
You never miss a damn thing
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing

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Written by: Andrew Young, Adam Paquette, Chris Huot, Brett Emmons, Jay Emmons

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