on a slow river bend
glowing through bottles
of good times with friends
a dare rang out
to jump in without clothes
and I ended up
runnin' naked back home
But someday we'll sit 'round
reminisce about times,
laugh 'bout the moments
we left behind,
then toast to the sayin'
we lived by back then
Make Love Not War, Draft Beer Not Men
It was an evening
only Van Gogh could paint
and me and my lady
weren't acting like saints.
Her father knew
we were up to no good
he found us in my truck
and shot a hole in my hood
But someday we'll sit 'round
reminisce about times,
brag 'bout the women
who gave more than their minds,
then toast to the saying
we lived by back then
Make Love Not War, Draft Beer Not Men
Preachers'll tell us
"don't live in the past"
but what can ya do
with only memories that last?
We're young in wild
that's all we can be
who needs to grow up
when we can be free?
Cause someday we'll sit 'round
reminisce about times,
complain 'bout the shit
that we got in our lives,
then toast to the saying
we lived by back then
Make Love Not War, Draft Beer Not Men
Pilny 2007
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