Yeah, pull the top down kick it back 60 degreesnYou feel life feel life feel lifenDon’t keep worrying about the pop charts baby-nClimb them if you wish,nYou could slide up with James Dean,nOr just sit back and tap your feet.nnClipped out your magazine,nPicture of a beauty queen.ndon’t pull the trigger like Claudine.nYou know love can hide a scandalous scene.nnAnd now its tugging at your strings,nMaking you sing,nBut it cant get younThrough the booth and to the screennnSinging, ohnMe and Juliet’s sonnHappy dagger through the heartnMaybe you’re not that, maybe you’re not that dumb.nnOoooooh oooooh la la lan nPlaying house, and you’re falling off the couchnThis machine is gonna turn us into something darknAnd it keeps coming backnOh the regrets don’t come backnnOh, me and Juliet’s sonnnI’d suggest in younIn a newly bought vintage suitnBut they cant reach younWhen your five foot two and so untrue…nnSinging oh, me and Juliet’s sonnnn2051, ill still be playing them drumsnClimbing up the rungsnWith a million dollar song.nIf only she’d stood by me.nnMaybe you wont die, maybe you wont die young.nnmaybe you wont die young.