On a motorbike
doing ninety
in a fifty-five
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-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 fifty-seven
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
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-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-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 yeah
yeah yeah
yeah-yeah