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 telling stupid lies
They had a feeling that something was up
Because of the look in our eyes
In fact, we didn't 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
Never know when I'll become awake
And buy some food at the store
I can hear them babies crying
And the lawn needs to be mowed
I got to get my groove on
Because 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