We were drinking and having times down by the ocean Thought of running away, but don't we all? We had this strange idea we were gonna be famous But we were too drunk to drive or make that call My amigo Well his eyes were dead But he was still writing down the lines He had a quart in his hand He said: I wasn't made for these times Cemetery And the car in the garage a couple of dirty dogs It's sad, but I felt blessed Amongst the dead, we were at our best Amigo You're still nineteen You're still hungry You're still young You're still nineteen You're still hungry You're still loved You're only nineteen You're only hungry You're so dumb You're still nineteen You're still hungry You're still young My amigo Well his eyes were dead But he was still writing down the lines He had a quart in his hand He said: I wasn't made for these times Amigo Amigo I see too many of men watered down I see too many of fires burn out I was there to see your eyes of tire And I was there to hear the talk that did inspire You shoulda burned your bills You shoulda run from the feds Forgot your name And flushed your meds You shoulda said the things you heard in you head There's too many good men living dead And I don't wanna miss a damn thing I'm never gonna miss a damn thing 'Cause signs lead to signs And time's got time Until there's no time left at all I don't wanna miss a damn thing Thanks for coming to my show Thanks for coming to my little piece of work Thanks for coming to my show You never hid in the shadow You wanna hang out now You're gonna run out of time now We gonna keep on rolling It's gonna keep on going It's gonna roll, man You never miss a damn thing I'm never gonna miss a damn thing