James Dean
The food chain doesn't end with us
There's a hunter poised in camouflage
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
Sometimes I forget to breathe at night
In the back streets of my ugly mind
Go home if that makes you happy
Go down, oh, imagine
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Yelling at the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get drunk, destruct, get carried off
Screaming at the bartender
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
Sometimes my heart doesn't beat at night
Curling up inside my ugly mind
So long, here comes your taxi
Slow down, you're overreacting
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Yelling at the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get drunk, destruct, get carried off
Screaming at the bartender
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get fucked, destruct, get carried off
Crying to the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Fighting with the bartender
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
([Money, Dick. It's about money! It's about money, Dick! It's about mon-ey! Dick! Money!])
There's a hunter poised in camouflage
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
Sometimes I forget to breathe at night
In the back streets of my ugly mind
Go home if that makes you happy
Go down, oh, imagine
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Yelling at the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get drunk, destruct, get carried off
Screaming at the bartender
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
Sometimes my heart doesn't beat at night
Curling up inside my ugly mind
So long, here comes your taxi
Slow down, you're overreacting
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Yelling at the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get drunk, destruct, get carried off
Screaming at the bartender
I know you deserve better
Knocking over furniture
Get fucked, destruct, get carried off
Crying to the bartender
Baby girl, I'm warning you
Knocking over furniture
Get up, destruct, get carried off
Fighting with the bartender
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
I always thought that I'd die young
But I guess that I was wrong
It just keeps on going on
And on and on and on and on
I always thought that I'd die young
Make some money, be someone
They all love you when you're gone
But who knew life would be so long?
([Money, Dick. It's about money! It's about money, Dick! It's about mon-ey! Dick! Money!])
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Writer(s): Jackson Browne, John Souther, Glenn Frey, Donald Henley
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