Lyrics:

We were drinking and having times down by the ocean
Thought of running away, but don't we all?
We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous
But we were too drunk to drive or make that call.
My amigo
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines.
He had a cord in his hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times,"
Cemetary
In the cockerush a couple of dirty dogs.
It's sad, but I felt blessed
Amongst the dead, we were at our best.
Amigo
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young.
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still loved.
You're only nineteen
You're only hungry
You're so dumb.
You're still nineteen
You're still hungry
You're still young.
My amigo.
Well his eyes were dead
But he was still writing down the lines
He had a cord in his hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times,"
Amigo
Amigo
I see too many of men watered down
I see too many of fires burn out.
I was there to see your eyes of tire
I was there to hear the talk that did inspire.
You shoulda burned your bills
You shoulda run from the feds
Forgot your name
And flushed your meds.
You shoulda said the things you heard in you head
There's too many good men living dead.
And I don't wanna miss a damn thing.
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing.
'Cause signs lead to signs
And time's got time
Until there's no time left at all.
I don't wanna miss a damn thing.
Thanks for coming to my show.
Thanks for coming to my show.
Thanks for coming to my little piece of work.
You never hid in the shadow.
You wanna hang out now.
You're gonna run out of time now.
We gonna keep on rolling.
It's gonna keep on going.
It's gonna roll, man.
You never miss a damn thing.
I'm never gonna miss a damn thing.