On a motor bike, doing 90 in a 55
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. 57, and broke a rib
You told me you wish you were dead
But I don't believe that
I still wonder how you're sleeping
And I don't feel bad, but I'm sorry
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?
In the morning you were 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