Oh Cherry Bomb
you are a mystery
Exploding sparkling
quiet nights
My teenage heart pumped
all my misery baby
to fingertips that
might ignite
And all along
you knew my story
didn't you
and all night long
I carried yours
Your blood was mixed
with wine and robbery baby
and left us always
wanting more
So don't sing me
your songs about
the good times
Those days are gone
and you should just
let them go
and God help the man
who says if you'd have
known me when
Old haunts are for
forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for
forgotten ghosts
Cherry Bomb
your love is surgery
Removing what
you don't regard
and every breath felt
like a funeral baby
while you were
packing up your car
And with the window down
I hear you're tired now
You borrowed everything
and wore all your
old welcomes out
Well shame on you my love
you sold your youth away
Memories for sinking ships
that never would be saved
So don't sing me your songs
about the good times
Those days are gone
and you should
just let them go
God help the man who says
if you'd have known me when
Old haunts are for
forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for
forgotten ghosts and
shame shame shame
shame on you
You kept your mind and heart
and youth just like a tomb
Shame shame shame
shame on you
You kept your mind and heart
and youth just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
Just like a tomb
And don't sing me your songs
about the good times
Those days are gone
and you should just
let them go
So god help the man
who says if you'd have
known me when
Old haunts are
for all those ghosts and
don't sing me your songs
about the good times
Those days are gone
and you should
just let them go
and God help the man
who says if you'd have
known me when
God help the man who says
if you'd have known me when
God help this man
oh babe if you'd have
known me when
Old haunts are
all we've ever known