Only the Young, Pt. 1 - Tony Carey

Mama, tell your children

Not to step on any cracks

And mama, tell your children

About runnin' with the pack

Tell your sons and daughters

'Bout the strangers they will meet

With too much money, too many offers

From the other site of the street

And your words sound just like poetry

They sound like poetry should

They sound like words of wisdom

But they never do much good

And the kid’s are havin' fun tonight

Out in Hollywood

Tell me why, now

Tell me if you could

Why only the young die good

Mama speaks to no one

She says what have I done so wrong

It’s three o’clock in the morning

And my baby’s still not home

She waits alone in the darkness

Waits for the phone to ring

Hear a vioce that’s heard it all before

Yeah, it’s heard about everything

And the voice sounds just like poetry

Sounds like poetry should

Sounds like words of wisdom

But they never do much good

And the big kid’s havin' fun tonight

Out in Hollywood

Tell me why, now

Tell me if you could

Why only the young die good

And she plays the whole scene

Over in her head one last time

Would it come out any different

If I’d been strong

Ain’t it funny how one moment

Everything is fine

And the next moment

Everything is wrong

And only the young die good

Only the young die good…