CALL TO ARMS LYRICS

"Growing Up"

We would hang around the campfire every friday night
Make our own rules, do whatever felt right
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Just another group of angels with dirty faces

Didn't have to pretend we really were rebels
Ruining our lives in so many levels
More than once we felt the cold cuffs on our wrists
It was so much fun it was worth the risk
Getting drunk, high and stewed
Escape the pigs or you'll get screwed
Getting in trouble it was always fun
Yell "5-0!" and then I'm on the run

So when friday comes we'd all be here
Singing at the streetlights and drinking our beer

[Chorus 2x]

We all had our problems just like the rest
But a beer with our friends always fixed them best
When push came to shove we always won
But many times we were put to the test
Times have changed the past is gone
We're much different now from then
Trying our best to stay on track
Just to grow up and become another working man

So when friday comes we'd all be here
Singing at the streetlights and drinking our beer

[Chorus 2x]

Responsibility it don't mean much to me
Some day it'll be different I'll be forced to see
You got to grow up and do just what you're told
Happiness is bought and all your morals are sold
Do what you can to survive and get by
But giving up the past leaves tears in my eyes
Sell out and give in I know I never can
When this kid inside becomes a man

So when friday comes we'd all be here
Singing at the streetlights and drinking our beer

[Chorus 2x]

Thanks to Borracho Recs for these lyrics

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