When I was a child, I believed in magic
Born to be wild, can you imagine?
Told I'd understand it more when I was older
But I need a hand & to cry on a shoulder
That was back then, & now its so late
There's nothing left to do but sit here & wait
For the shit to hit the fan, dire straits, on fire in the frying pan
Same old shit different day,
Life is a bitch then you die so they say
Its the same old same shit different day
I remember when it wasn't this way
When I was a child, I believed in magic
Born to be wild, can you imagine?
Told I'd understand it more when I got older
But I need a hand & to cry on a shoulder
Same old shit different day,
Life is a bitch then you die so they say
Its the same old same shit different day
I remember when it wasn't this way
Same old shit different day,
Life is a bitch then you die so they say
Its the same old same shit every day
I remember when, it wasn't this, wasn't this way