The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

Cry agony, cry agony Try honesty, try honesty Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, die tragedy Hop in your dump truck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, ride over me Call me a cheapskate, come on for Pete's sake Forgive me

We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made Were having the best time, living the fast life Thinking were just too damn young to die Can't wait for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all Driving the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

From this world All die young? Now when the White flames are burning flags We've been battered so hard that

Tonight we all die young If you hear me let me know They all know I'm trapped in a vile world Where the ending's all the same as every other We're only here to die I'm losing my only dream Some place to go

Maybe that's how it's supposed to be Maybe that's how it’s supposed to be But maybe that's how it's supposed to be I think I'll die young With all my broken dreams I've got it figured out This is the golden key Everything is how it's supposed to be

Bye bye too fast to live too young to die And I know my life would look alright If I could see it on the silver screen James Dean, you said it all so clean James Dean, James Dean, you bought it sight unseen You were too fast to live, too young to die,

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom