Saturday afternoon The blood already boiling in the backroom Sweet sweet music and cigarette smoke in the air Laid-back but faking Cause the six-packs make us ache Because we we're too young We're dreaming that the streets outside Can take us anywhere Let's get out before we fall apart From nostalgia and broken hearts I'm so loaded and it's getting so late Let us love before we learn to hate Now if God made the cities Then the devil himself made the small towns And we promised eachother We'll never grow old in this place But while we're still here We'll be squeezing every drop out of this junk-life We'll celan it till it shines while We're waiting for the glory days Let's get out before we fall apart... Now some of us won't get away And some of us will have to stay But you can me we'll leave them all behind one day Let's get out before we fall apart..