Do What We Do to Get By

We gonna party straight through the weekend
My friends they keep me from going off the deep end
Some of them got mouths to feed
And some of them they sling that weed
We gonna party straight through the weekend
My friends they keep me from going off the deep end
Some of them got mouths to feedAnd some of them they sling that weed
Some of them no longer breathe but I can feel them here with me
This world's gone crazy we got nothing left to lose'Tween vice and virtue man it's hard for us to choose
No need to fear the future, the great unknown
We're all in search of peace at least we're not alone

We don't know where we're heading
But we know just where we came from
And true that youth is wasted on the young
We'll make our own rules let them criticize
Cuz we do what we do to get by

We gonna party no I ain't ling
And don't you worryTonight I'm buying
Talk abrir the good ol' days
We were drunk we were underage
From the cops to the house parties
Fingerprints to the fake IDs
They call us crazy but it's them who sing the blues
We rock n' roll so put the needle to the groove
And let them all just fade away, fade away
Our generation we got something left to say

Well our bags are packed
And you can't hold us back
We've made up our minds
We're gonna change the world
It's just a matter of time

We don't know where we're heading
But we know just where we came from
And it's true that youth is wasted on the young
We'll make our own rules let them criticize
Cuz we do what we do to get by
Yea we do what we do to get by

of them no longer breathe but I can feel them here with meThis world's gone crazy we got nothing left to lose'Tween vice and virtue man it's hard for us to chooseNo need to fear the future, the great unknownWe're all in search of peace at least we're not alone

We don't know where we're heading
But we know just where we came from
And it's true that youth is wasted on the young
We'll make our own rules let them criticize
Cuz we do what we do to get by

We gonna party no I ain't lying
And don't you worryTonight I'm buying
Talk about the good ol' days
We were drunk we were underage
From the cops to the house parties
Fingerprints to the fake IDs
They call us crazy but it's them who sing the blues
We rock n' roll so put the needle to the groove
And let them all just fade away, fade away
Our generation we got something left to say

Well our bags are packed
And you can't hold us back
We've made up our minds
We're gonna change the world
It's just a matter of time

We don't know where we're heading
But we know just where we came from
And it's true that youth is wasted on the young
We'll make our own rules let them criticize
Cuz we do what we do to get by
Yea we do what we do to get by