Once Were Warriors
from Mockingbirds by Nowherebound
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lyrics
Once Were Warriors
Well do you still remember throwing hands up in the air?
Screaming songs up to the heavens on the wings ‘Where Eagles Dare’
When a riot’s off-key anthem was like music to our ears…
I miss the push of circling chaos offering refuge from the storm,
Painted bands on studded jackets, that mostly kept up warm…
Wish we knew then we were living all the best years of our lives.
We were bold and we were brash
We were high but low on cash
Smoking refries from the tray…
While London called The Clash
And that record just kept spinning on
On and on…
We’d paint the words with tattooed lines,
Drank the beer from plastic steins,
Sipping courage from our cups
As we left the world behind
And that record just kept turning on
On and on…
So once before the glory goes…
Let’s charge into the sun
‘Cause we all once were warriors…
once when we were young
Spent our twenty’s on the road
Traveling highways paved in gold,
‘Crank the stereo up loud!’
Before we get too old
And the record just kept playing on
On and on…
Yeah we were heroes, we were kids,
On our ‘journey to the end’
Lose a little of our innocence,
Make a few new friends,
And the record just kept playing on
On and on…
Well do you still remember throwing hands up in the air?
Screaming songs up to the heavens on the wings ‘Where Eagles Dare’
When a riot’s off-key anthem was like music to our ears…
I miss the push of circling chaos offering refuge from the storm,
Painted bands on studded jackets, that mostly kept up warm…
Wish we knew then we were living all the best years of our lives.
We were bold and we were brash
We were high but low on cash
Smoking refries from the tray…
While London called The Clash
And that record just kept spinning on
On and on…
We’d paint the words with tattooed lines,
Drank the beer from plastic steins,
Sipping courage from our cups
As we left the world behind
And that record just kept turning on
On and on…
So once before the glory goes…
Let’s charge into the sun
‘Cause we all once were warriors…
once when we were young
Spent our twenty’s on the road
Traveling highways paved in gold,
‘Crank the stereo up loud!’
Before we get too old
And the record just kept playing on
On and on…
Yeah we were heroes, we were kids,
On our ‘journey to the end’
Lose a little of our innocence,
Make a few new friends,
And the record just kept playing on
On and on…
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from Mockingbirds,
released July 28, 2014
Written by Chris Klinck and Natchet Taylor
Written by Chris Klinck and Natchet Taylor
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