Same Old Song
The Lumineers"Same Old Song" is a song by The Lumineers, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:39 long and contains 41 lines and 254 words.
Lyrics
0:06Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent?
0:08Would you let me crash in your basement?
0:11'Cause anyone of us could make it big
0:13Or could end up dead on the pavement
0:16And if I was to die
0:19If the plane went down and you survived
0:25You ever wondered what your parents meant
0:27When they told you Grandma's in Heaven?
0:31'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then
0:33In a black sedan of depression
0:36And everyone's alright
0:39I could not afford to see the light
0:44I don't know what's wrong with me
0:47I killed the mood so naturally
0:50The guests begin to make me feel alone
0:55Same old song
1:00We sing the same old song
1:05We sing the same old
1:09Same sad song
1:15In La Brea, where the tar pit's black
1:18Like a starving mouth for the innocent
1:21You said the boulevard was not that bad
1:23Then they jacked our van with the instruments
1:26In the broad daylight
1:29They popped the trunk and left the keys behind
1:34The cops pretend to care
1:37I'll never see my mom's guitar again
1:43I don't know what's wrong with me
1:46I killed the mood so naturally
1:48The guests begin to make me feel alone
1:54The party has been done for hours
1:57I'm laying on bathroom tile
1:59Spilling all my guts below the throne
2:05Same old song
2:09We sing the same old song
2:15We sing the same old
2:19Same sad song
2:25Same old song
2:29We sing the same old song
2:34We sing the same old
2:39Same sad song
Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent? Would you let me crash in your basement? 'Cause anyone of us could make it big Or could end up dead on the pavement And if I was to die If the plane went down and you survived You ever wondered what your parents meant When they told you Grandma's in Heaven? 'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then In a black sedan of depression And everyone's alright I could not afford to see the light I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song In La Brea, where the tar pit's black Like a starving mouth for the innocent You said the boulevard was not that bad Then they jacked our van with the instruments In the broad daylight They popped the trunk and left the keys behind The cops pretend to care I'll never see my mom's guitar again I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone The party has been done for hours I'm laying on bathroom tile Spilling all my guts below the throne Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song
Translation
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