Days Of Decadence

It really shouldn't be this way

I should look over my shoulder and smile on yesterday

And why as i grow older must time surge ahead?

Days don't need to mind me,

I'll just linger back instead

This is not my time

I see some greaser kids out looking for me

I wish i could rewind

And find those dusty days waiting there for me

Records and round cars

Fruity bell boys and cops smoking cigars

And it's easy to be sleazy holding a cherry red electric guitar

Some different days would be nice

Cocktail drinks and ice

I could look over my shoulder...

This is not my time

I see some greaser kids out looking for me

I wish i could rewind

And find those dusty days waiting there for me

Days of decadence are ringing through me

Vintage moments linger on restlessly

Rays of recklessness are ringing through me

Days of decadence, days of decadence