Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage
Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage
Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex
Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks
Memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there

I want be there again



Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies

They had a feeling that something was up

Because of the look in our eyes

In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time

We were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way through life



Memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there

I want be there again



Now I got so many people that I got to look out for

Never know when I'll become awake and buy some food at the store

I can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs to be mowed

I gotta get my groove on because I'm freaking bored!



Memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there

All the memories, how can we make it back there, back there

I want be there again