When I Am Young

Never got enough
 Grow your hair long and move to California
 Never get old when I am young
 Never get old when I am young
 Mother help her, her man has come
 Love to meet him and shake hands
 Peace in the air but we don't care
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 Soul is mended I am gone
 Could have been the chosen one
 Cared for by what I have done
 Never get old when I am young
 Never get old when I am young
 And I am
 Some might say it'll keep you sane
 Take my sweet time
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns
 We wanna shoot our guns