Memories

Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave were still Rage Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex Listening to techno music on the bus while we under dress Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there again Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time We were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way of life Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there again Now I got so many people that I got to look out for I never knew when I'll become away and buy some food at the store I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed I gotta get my groove on cause I'm freakin bored! ( ) e|-11-9--12-11-9--9---9------9-----| B|-----------------12----12----12--| G|---------------------------------| D|---------------------------------| A|---------------------------------| E|---------------------------------| Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want be there again