Oh Oh Oh, what if it was all true? What if the holy war is upon us And we're about to see who made who? Oh, what if we were all wrong? Maybe we should have learned to shoot to kill Instead of learning Van Halen songs I-I-I, I-I, I used to be bold I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold I used to spit it right back in their face, now I do what I'm told I used to be bold I used to be bold Oh, is my hair falling out? I took those little pills for so long I whisper when I shout And I can't tell which one I hate more The arrogant dumb young opening bands Or the cashing-in old bores I-I-I, I-I, I used to be bold I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold I used to spit it right back in their face, now I ask how it's sold I used to be bold I used to be bold Wouldn't it be nice if we were younger? We could just get high and sing these songs We could build a quiet life together And laugh at how they all get it so wrong Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice just to be bold? I used to be bold