(Lost boys)
(Lost boys)

On a motorbike
Doing ninety in a fifty-five to another life
Where they make you cut your hair
Impatient with a rifle and your papers
Weightless, but not scared

This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make believe

Lost boys never grow up, never go home
Lost boys never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys never grow up, never get old
Lost boys, find me

That one time in East Berlin
When you threw a tantrum with a fifty-seven and broke a rib
You told me you wish you were dead (ooh), but I don't believe that
I still wonder how you're sleeping
And I don't feel bad, but I'm sorry (ooh)

This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make believe

Lost boys never grow up, never go home
Lost boys never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys never grow up, never get old
Lost boys, find me

In a twin bed
Where all will be forgiven in an instant
Hands in each other's hair, we are born again
So who cares where we're going? (Ooh)
In the morning, you are not there

One, two, three, woo, ah

Lost boys never grow up, never go home
Lost boys never spend their lunch money, yeah
Lost boys never give up, never get old
Lost boys, come find me, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah