The Classic Crime - Four Chords скачать видео бесплатно

I was once a boy in love with strangers,

As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave

I was much too young to think of danger,

I was curious and innocent and brave

Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper,

I'm an old man at just 25 years young

I try to keep myself away from mirrors,

they remind me of the stupid things I've done

Cause after all mans intellect and power,

All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then youre dead,

Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving one,

That keeps me singing these songs

So sing along,

Oh, oh, here we go, been down this road about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored

Oh, oh, here we go singing songs we wrote about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored. The same four chords, the same four chords

Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker

To protect me from the storms that come my way

Maybe when life's done I'll be the singer in the band that plays outside of heavens gate

Cause after all mans intellect and power,

All you get is 650,000 hours if you're lucky then youre dead,

Says the voice inside my head that keeps me moving one,

That keeps me singing these songs

So sing along,

Oh, oh, here we go, been down this road about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored

Oh, oh, here we go singing songs we wrote about a thousand times before

But we ain't bored. The same four chords, the same four chords.

The same four chords, the same four chords.

Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad my life was filled with songs,

And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on.

Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad my life was filled with songs,

And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on.

Even if I die tomorrow I'll be glad my life was filled with songs,

And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on.

So sing along,

Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote,

are playing back on the radio.

Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on.

Oh, oh, the songs that we wrote,

are playing back on the radio.

Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on.

these four chords will keep me living on.

these four chords will keep me living on.