Well, Cherry bomb, you are a mystery exploding sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart pumped all my misery baby to fingertips that might ignite and all along you knew my story, didn’t you? And all night long I carried yours Your blood was mixed with wine and robbery, baby and left us always wanting more
So don’t sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..” Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Cherry bomb, your love is surgery Removing what you don’t regard And every breath felt like a funeral, baby, When you were packing up your car.
And with the window down, I hear you’re tired now. You borrowed everything and wore all your old welcomes out Well, shame on you, my love. You sold your youth away, Memories for sinking ships that never would be saved.
So don’t sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..” Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Shame, shame, shame, shame on you. You kept your mind and heart and youth just like a tomb. Shame, shame, shame shame on you You kept your mind and heart and youth just like a tomb
And don’t sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go So, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..” Old haunts of old heartless ghosts yeah
So don’t sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..” God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when...” God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when...” God help this man, my baby if you’d have known me when Old haunts are all we’ve ever known.