Testo di 'Amigo' di The Glorious Sons

We were drinking and having times down by the ocean
Thought of running away, but don't we all?
We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous
But we were too drunk to drive or make that call

My amigo
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines
He had a quart in his hand
He said: I wasn't made for these times

Cemetery
And the car in the garage a couple of dirty dogs
It's sad, but I felt blessed
Amongst the dead, we were at our best

Amigo
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young

You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still loved

You're only nineteen
You're only hungry
You're so dumb

You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young

My amigo
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines
He had a quart in his hand
He said: I wasn't made for these times

Amigo
Amigo

I see too many of men watered down
I see too many of fires burn out
I was there to see your eyes of tire
And I was there to hear the talk that did inspire
You shoulda burned your bills

You shoulda run from the feds
Forgot your name
And flushed your meds
You shoulda said the things you heard in you head
There's too many good men living dead

And I don't wanna miss a damn thing
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing
'Cause signs lead to signs
And time's got time
Until there's no time left at all
I don't wanna miss a damn thing

Thanks for coming to my show
Thanks for coming to my little piece of work
Thanks for coming to my show
You never hid in the shadow
You wanna hang out now

You're gonna run out of time now
We gonna keep on rolling
It's gonna keep on going
It's gonna roll, man
You never miss a damn thing
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing