Lyrics Young Concussion - Greenbeard

Young Concussion

Another Saturday night
Some place that I can’t recall
I took a slap to the face
And then some Jack to the skull
Well, you’re never gonna feel this young
Just a little bit of waiting too much
Yeah, you’re never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch
This other time on the sands
A brother asked me to stay
I woke without all my clothes
And nothing left to say
You know, you’re never gonna be this young
It’s just a little bit of waiting too much
You know, you’re never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch
You know, you’re never gonna be this young
It’s just a little bit of waiting too much
You know, you’re never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch
If you say that’s the show, I won’t mind
But you’re ready to pack your things and leave
I’ve got nothing left to hide
But you’ve got plenty up your sleeve
(Uhhhh!)
(Ohhhh!)
(Oohhh!)
If you stay past the show, I won’t mind
But you’re ready to pack your things and leave
I’ve got nothing left to hide
But you’ve got plenty up your sleeve