Memories

Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want to be there again Messing with the journalists and tellin' stupid lies They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes In fact, we didn' know what we were doing half of the time We were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way through life Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want to be there again Now I got so many people that I got to look out for I never know when I'll be called away to buy some food at the store I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed I gotta get my groove on, 'cause I'm freaking bored! Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there I want to be there again