We were kind of feral, wicked little machines Captains and cavalries forming empires in shade of the trees Without hesitation, kings of the forest town Holding the ocean down, we were half this heavy and twice this loud So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times It was what you made it, we had all our friends around All the images and sounds superimposing to old backgrounds We used to be clumsy, lost in a thousands ways Captivated by the craze, those were, hands down, my favorite days So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Suspicion rosing in our heads It was only underneath the beds, beds Saline eyes didn't have to hide They were always open way too wide, way too wide So turn up the noise Dressed to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song Loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times (Just like the old times, we're gonna have it all) Just like the old times (Just like the old times, we're gonna have it all) Just like the old times