Eye Aye I

What if it was all true? What if the holy war is upon us And we're about to see who made who? What if we were all wrong? Maybe we should've learned to shoot to kill Instead of learning Van Halen songs I used to be bold I used to fan myself with the flames Of discontent to fight the cold I used to spit it right back in their face Now I do what I'm told I used to bold I used to bold Is my hair is falling out? I took those little pills for so long I whisper when I shout I can't tell which one I hate more The arrogant dumb young opening bands Or the cashing in old bores I used to be bold I used to fan myself with the flames Of discontent to fight the cold I used to spit right back in their face Now I ask how it sold I used to bold I used to bold Wouldn't it be nice if we were younger? We could just get high and sing these songs We could build a quiet life together And laugh about how they all get it so wrong Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? I used to bold I used to bold