On a motorbike,
doing 90 in a 55
To another life
Where they make
you cut your hair
Impatient with a rifle
and your papers
Weightless
but not scared
This machine
is killing me
I pretended it
was make believe
Lost boys
Never grow up,
never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their
lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up,
never get old
Lost boys, find me
That one time
in East Berlin
When you threw a
tantrum with a 57
And broke a rib
You told me you wish
you were dead
But I don't
believe that
I still wonder how
you're sleeping
And I don't feel bad,
but I'm sorry
This machine is
killing me
I pretended it was
make believe
Lost boys
Never grow up,
never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their
lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never grow up,
never get old
Lost boys, find me
In a twin bed
Where all will be
forgiven in an instant
Hands in each
other's hair
We are born again
So who cares where
we're going?
In the morning,
you are not there
One, two, three, woo
Lost boys
Never grow up,
never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their
lunch money, yeah
Lost boys
Never give up,
never get old
Lost boys, come
find me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah
