Oh, what if it was all true?
What if the holy war is upon us
And we're about to see who made who
Oh, what if we were all wrong?
Maybe we should have learned to shoot to kill instead of learning Van Halen songs
Eye aye I, I used to be bold
I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold
I used to throw it right back in their face now I ask how it's sold
I, I used to be bold
I, I used to be bold
Oh, is my hair falling out?
I took those little pills
I whisper when I shout
I can't tell which one I hate more
The arrogance of the dumb young opening bands or the cashing in old bores
Eye aye I, I used to be bold
I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold
I used to spit it right back in their face now I ask how it's sold
I, I used to be bold
I, I used to be bold
Wouldn't it be nice if we were younger?
We could just get high and sing these songs
We could build a quiet life together
Laugh at how they all get it wrong
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice?
I used to be bold
I, I used to be bold
