Lyrics
I went down to the pawnshop, to sell my vcr
they said, we can't help you kid, but we'll take your guitar-I said now come on mister
I need ten bucks for gas, then they through me out the door, and kicked me in the ass
These are the good old days x2
bet a buck tomorrow sucks , just like yesterday, so I say
these are the good old days
I hear some people talking, about a better place in time, when candy was a nickle and soda was a dime. I see another set of problems, another year another war
they say there's no time like the present, so what are you bitching for?
(repeat chorus)
when your folks were kids they walked ten miles in the snow, it was up the hill both ways, and they liked it don't you know
wonder what the future holds for those born
2001, more of the idiots, capitalists, and guns
(repeat chorus)
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