Saturday afternoon   The blood already boiling in the backroom   Sweet sweet music and cigarette smoke in the air      Laid-back but faking   Cause the six-packs make us ache   Because we we’re too young   We’re dreaming that the streets outside   Can take us anywhere      Let’s get out before we fall apart   From nostalgia and broken hearts   I’m so loaded and it’s getting so late   Let us love before we learn to hate      Now if God made the cities   Then the devil himself made the small towns   And we promised eachother    We’ll never grow old in this place      But while we’re still here   We’ll be squeezing every drop out of this junk-life   We’ll celan it till it shines while   We’re waiting for the glory days      Let’s get out before we fall apart...      Now some of us won’t get away   And some of us will have to stay   But you can me we’ll leave them all behind one day      Let’s get out before we fall apart..