When I Am Young

Never got enough
Grow your hair long and move to California
Never get old when I am young
Never get old when I am young
Mother help her, her man has come
Love to meet him and shake hands
Peace in the air but we don’t care
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
Soul is mended I am gone
Could have been the chosen one
Cared for by what I have done
Never get old when I am young
Never get old when I am young
And I am
Some might say it’ll keep you sane
Take my sweet time
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns
We wanna shoot our guns