YEARS

Hold tight,
We can make it on our own.
Cause the television's saying that everything we know is wrong.
So we fake it till we make it on our own,
And spent the best years of our lives
All alone.

Hold tight honey,
Theres bad times coming.
Coming our way.

Hold tight,
We're tired of playing along.
Cause everybody's singing
The same old fucking song.

So we fake it till we make it,
Through the best years of our lives.
Yeah we let em pass by,
No we never thought twice.

Hold tight honey,
Theres bad times coming.
Coming our way.