Amigo - SOS Tour Live in Vancouver

We were drinking and having times down by the ocean
 Thought of running away, but don't we all
 We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous
 But we were too drunk to drive or make that call
 My amigo
 Well his eyes were dead
 But he was still writing down the line
 He had a cord in his hand
 He said, "I wasn't made for these times,"
 Amigo, oh
 The cemetary
 In the cockerush a couple of dirty dogs
 It's sad, but I felt blessed
 Amongst the dead, we were at our best
 Amigo
 You're still nineteen
 You're still hungry
 You're still young
 You're still nineteen
 You're still hungry
 You're still fun
 You're only nineteen
 You're only hungry
 You're so dumb
 You're still nineteen
 You're still hungry
 You're still young
 My amigo
 Well his eyes were dead
 But he was still writing down the lines
 He had a cord in his hand
 He said, "I wasn't made for these times,"
 Amigo, oh
 Amigo
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 I see too many of men watered down
 I see too many of fires burn out
 I was there to see your eyes of tire
 And I was there to hear the talk that didn't inspire
 You should've burned your bills
 You should've run from the feds
 Forgot your name
 And flushed your meds
 You should've said the things you heard in you head
 There's too many good men living dead
 And I don't wanna miss a damn thing
 Oh, I'm never gonna miss a damn thing
 'Cause signs lead to signs
 And time's got time
 Until there ain't no time at all
 Oh, I don't wanna miss a damn thing
 Thanks to coming up my show
 Oh, oh
 Thanks to coming up my
 My little piece of work
 You never hid in the shadow
 I know
 We gonna hang out now
 Or we gonna keep on rollin'
 We gonna just go, and go
 Go, we gonna get it your moist Honda pilot
 We gonna drive down the shore lake on stereo
 Let's just do a lot
 We can drive pass your car accident
 When you we're eight years old
 We got the glass got on your hair
 And you would pickin' it out
 We just gonna drive
 We're not allowed and up still
 Jump us out together
 We're gonna go
 We're gonna turn the tv off
 And we're gonna go
 We gonna throw our phones in the river
 And we're gonna go
 I don't give a fuck what Aunt Turner has to say
 We gonna go job do some all of painted colors shine in the summer
 We gonna meet some locals
 And stop em' pine
 Wanna them wooden stereo restaurants
 When the sun going down
 Oh, at top of it
 Painted ground roof
 We're gonna, we're just gonna hang out, man
 We're gonna forget about it all
 We don't need your fuckin phone
 Doesn't matter anymore
 Thanks for comin' at my show, oh
 Thanks for comin' at our, our little piece of work
 Vancouver, where the glorious sons and kings of Ontario, Canada
 We love you!