Listen up, mates

Nobody never stays round here
You really need to make a change
Even when you don’t have a choice
Time flies for everybody, for real
And we just sit down at the living room

While our stomachs are growing up
While our old problems are getting old
Soon we will have bills to pay
Soon our dreams, they will fly away

Now we don’t care about the time
But what are we going to do with our kids?
Even we’re just a bunch of teenagers
Once deads, our lives will get bored
And we just turned on the computer

But this spring is not good for some ones
Sometimes we just want to throw it all away
Life never made much sense at all
For people made of feelings and songs