Memories
Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stagePlaying hackey sack back when Audioslave was still RageWatching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sexListening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks
[Chorus]Memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, back thereI want be there again
Messing with the journalists and telling stupid liesThey had a feeling that something was upBecause of the look in our eyesIn fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the timeWe were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way through life
Memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, back thereI want be there again
Now I got so many people that I got to look out forNever know when I'll become awake and buy some food at the storeI can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowedI gotta get my groove on because I'm freakin bored!
Memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, back thereI want be there again