It was absolute torture We'd read The New Yorker And fight over what kind of take-out to order Places we had never seen Mountain tops and evergreen And every day got just a little bit shorter
Well, the TV made a promise To show us who our God is A thousand dollar seminar out in the Bahamas Well, the TV made a promise It looked at me, I saw it
We all just wanna be kids again But the kids just keep on givin' in Well, we all just wanna be kids again But you can't buy back your innocence
Give me something I would kill for Sell it to me on a billboard
It was absolute torture We'd read The New Yorker And fight over what kind of movie to order At work she'd take a power-walk Come back home and shower off And every day got just a little bit shorter
Well, the TV made a promise To show us who our God is A thousand dollar seminar out in the Bahamas Well, the TV made a promise It looked at me, I saw it
We all just wanna be kids again But the kids just keep on givin' in Well, we all just wanna be kids again But you can't buy back your innocence