Jonathan Vandenbroeck - Sons Of Our Fathers lyrics

[1st Verse] Saturday nights on the town Cigarette stubs on the ground Wherever we're going, there's no way of knowing Sometimes it's good to be wrong [2nd Verse] And Saturday nights on the bed We don't want the feeling to end We all want to run, where the underdogs run And we all sing along, sing along [Pre-Chorus] I came home a little drunk last night Tired of being young, tired of being young I came home a little drunk last night The things we could have done, the things we should have done But we don't [Chorus] And playing our records, wondering why We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time I came home a little drunk last night [3rd Verse] And let's flush our guts down the drain These Saturday nights never change Let's raise our gla**, to the underdogs, oh yeah And all sing along, sing along [Pre-Chorus] I came home a little drunk last night Tired of being young, tired of being young I came home a little drunk last night The things we could have done, the things we should have done But we don't [Chorus] And playing our records, wondering why We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time I came home a little drunk last night [Bridge] And, oh, oh, oh Kids of our time And, oh, oh, oh The kids of our time And, oh, oh, oh The kids of our time And, oh, oh, oh [Pre-Chorus] I came home a little drunk last night Tired of being young, tired of being young I came home a little drunk last night The things we could have done, the things we should have done But we don't [Chorus] And playing our records, wondering why We're sons of our fathers, kids of our time Playing our records Wondering why We're sons of our fathers We're kids of our time [Outro] I came home a little drunk last night Last night