Pissing in
plastic cups before
we went on stage
Playing hackey
sack back when
Audioslave were
still Rage
Watching all the
freaky Dutch kids
vomit then have sex
Listening to
techno music
on the bus while
we under dressed
Memories make me
want to go
back there
back there
All the memories
make me want to
go back there
back there
All the memories
how can we make it
back there
back there
I want to
be there again
Messing with
the journalists and
telling stupid lies
They had a feeling
that something
was up
Because of the look
in our eyes
In fact
we didn't know
what we were doing
half of the time
We were so sure
of ourselves and
sure of our way
of life
Memories make me
want to go
back there
back there
All the memories
make me want to
go back there
back there
All the memories
how can we make
it back there
back there
I want to
be there again
Now I got
so many people
that I got to
look out for
Never know when
I'll become away
and buy some food
at the store
I can hear
them babies crying
and the lawn needs
to be mowed
I gotta get
my groove on cause
I'm freakin bored
Memories make me
want to go
back there
back there
All the memories
make me want to
go back there
back there
All the memories
how can we make
it back there
back there
I want to be
there again