Whenever I'm pissed I sit and think of the good times that pa**ed away
Cause I feel no sorrow or no regrets in the things I did or said
I've always known that I've done no wrong or at least wasn't deliberate
So I just cannot turn my back to those days we used to share.
What will be of us if we forget the memories?
Do you remember when the world was a pending deed?
Older and wise, life's become quite hard but not enough to bring us down
I hope you're fine and f**ing around, as in the days we hung out
I have somewhere that f**ing tape you recorded with tacky songs
And those crazy nighouts that we weren't allowed in any bars in town
No cash nor appeal, just a bunch of pimples, poshy c*nts thought we were strange.
And I won't forget the morning I woke up with a fender in my bed.
What will be of us if we forget the memories?
Do you remember when the world was a pending deed?
Older and wise, life's become quite hard but not enough to bring us down
I hope you're fine and f**ing around, as in the days we hung out
The world was a pending deed and now it s**s.