The Well Songtext
von The Hempsteadys

You had the spokes of your bike flanked with baseball cards
Running from the street lights to your momma's yard
Stay to the end, die as friends
"Die Young! Die Young!" we sung

'Til the well run dry
Stay until the well runs dry


I always thought it would end by now
We're on borrowed time and don't want out
There'd be theft of our youth, planned escape routes
I'll take the north - and I'll take the south
We can meet on a death bed rendezvous
It's a blood pack oath we never knew
We just grabbed fate, we just couldn't lose
I'm going down with the ship - and we are too!