The Script - Good Ol' Days (Video ufficiale e testo)

The Script - Good Ol' Days testo

Up in the bar off smokin cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talking bout them better days are not that far
Whoevers coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, ya sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story ya tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into arch
Ya piercing through my skin like a heroin dart

When someone's strumming on my strings
And their spittin things everyone's movin groovin
Vibes will the other sings
They gonna kill you with that passion and that soul
When the first verse drops you'll be fighting back the tears and all
While another man is cryin in his beers an all
While his woman sayin cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game
Just the way we were raised to always

Sing about better days, better days

Ohhh we'll remember this night when we're old and grey
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days

Oh ya we're arm and arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days

Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're bustin' on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's 2 AM now, we're dancing in the rain and all

Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about them, bout em

Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and grey
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days

The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days

Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunes
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh
Yeah got the emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
Singin' ooh ooh
Oh yeah we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol' days, yeah
The good ol' days