Horses and donkeys don't give a fuck
You don't seem to realize that
The broken jaws and eyes you didn't see
Get tossed along the way
And did you need to see and know that I am Germanic
And didn't you get to talk to me
You get out of my house

We grew up way so fast
And I wanted to behold
And we're done with all our mysteries
A tired song keeps playin' on AM radio
And I don't know who we are

And I don't know your neigh

Scars and tissues and Kiedis don't mix
If they did, that'll be daft
Lyrics and papers that didn't dare to be
Get tossed along the way
It is a bit sad to know that JFK was more than who we are
But you can't whisper words that remember
Like bollocks

We grew up old so slow
And we have to grow up
And that's what the bible told us to
A tired song keeps playing on a tired DVD
And I won't tell Lorena who she is

And I won't tell her your knife

Ow!

(guitar solo):

Think about you all the time
And I don't know who I am
Still Belgian, come on down
And I won't tell them your name