Sons of Our Fathers

Saturday nights on the town

cigarette studs on the ground

Wherever we're going

There's no way of knowing

Sometimes it's good to be wrong

Saturday nights on the bed

Don't want the feeling to end

We all want to run where the underdogs run

And we all sing along, sing along

I came home a little drunk last night

Tired of being young, tired of being young

I came home a little drunk last night

The things we could have done

The things we should have done

But we don't

Just playing our records and wondering why

We're sons of our fathers and kids of our time

I came home a little drunk last night

Let's flush our guts down the drain

Your Saturday nights never change

Let's raise our glass to the underdogs, oh yeah

Let's sing along, sing along.

I came home a little drunk last night

Tired of being young, tired of being young

I came home a little drunk last night

The things we could have done

The things we should have done

But we don't

playing our records and wondering why

We're sons of our fathers and kids of our time

kids of our time (x3)

I came home a little drunk last night

Tired of being young, tired of being young

I came home a little drunk last night

The things we could have done

The things we should have done

But we don't

We're playing our records and wondering why

We're sons of our fathers and kids of our time

We're playing our records and wondering why

We're sons of our fathers and kids of our time

I came home a little drunk last night

last night