I'll tell you something jack
You don't know the real deal
What comes around may still go around
And that's just how i feel

Better hear something jack
Life's a piece of shit you know
Whenever you expect something of it
It turns out a horror show

Those were the best days of our lives
Were never real, and never right

Then you come around
And you're not waiting much
But this is it my dear
You better hold a punch
Oh god you come like this
Just while she acts like that
And i say

Maybe you'll wake up again
In 1954
We'll be holding flowers in our hand
In 1954