I forget the lines, but I don't forget the streetsnWe still hit the road, we still gotta eatnI still put on my trousers twelve legs at a timenYou're all sons of bitches, still I'll make it rhymennAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongnWe still stick together, we still get alongnnOooooh... Yeah yeah yeah!nnWe have seen the fashion changing with the daynWe have seen the mighty crumble and swept awaynI'm sure I'll see the tiny grow up strong and cruelnDon't think for a minute I'll obey their rulesnnAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongnWe still stick together, we still get alongnnNow, some folks see a reason, and some folks see a plannAnd some say that their faith can fill what they don't understandnBut to hell with human drama, and the fight of right and wrongnI'm just waiting for the day that I won't be here to see what's going onnnAnd though I couldn't tell you exactly what went wrongnWe still stick together, we still get along