Il testo della When i am young

Never got enough
Grow your hair long and move to california
Never get old when i am young
Never get old when i am young

Mother help her, her man has come
Love to meet him and shake hands
Peace in the air but we don't care

We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns

Soul is mended i am gone

Could have been the chosen one?
Cared for by what i have done?
Never get old when i am young
Never get old when i am young
And i am
Some might say it'll keep you sane
Take my sweet time

We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns