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