Interpret:

Pretty Maids

Album:

Stripped

Back when I was younger
 Just a blue-eyed restless kid
 Hangin' round the radio
 In fact that was all I did
 Mama said you better son
 Take good care of school
 Wasn't one they counted on
 I was crazy like a dog on the loose


 At the age of fifteen
 Just another sixties' breed
 No one really understood
 What music meant to me
 Boy you get your education
 Daddy said to me
 Thought I'd end up as the black sheep
 Of the family


 Wild as the river
 I freaked down the floor
 Feeding the fever
 As he kicked in the door and said


 Too late too late too loud
 I can't take it
 Too late too late too loud
 Just turn it down
 And then I rocked him to the ground
 Yes I did


 Nineteen years and traveling
 Got a suitcase in my hand
 No money in the bank
 You see but I don't complain
 Me and the boys are playing hard
 Running out the line
 We're out there killing time
 We're just shaking out some brains


 Racing the crowd
 Got that rock'n roll feeling
 Everyone shouts
 But nobody's screaming


 Too late too late too loud
 I can't take it
 Too late too late too loud
 Now just turn it down


 I can't take it
 I can't take it


 Too late too late too loud...