| Song | Bikeage |
| Artist | Descendents |
| Album | Milo Goes To College |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stevenson | |
| Bikeage | |
| Running out of time again | |
| Where did you go wrong this time? | |
| When your problems overwhelm you | |
| Go get drunk it's party time | |
| Take a quaalude, relax your mind | |
| Relax your body too | |
| Run from problems but | |
| You'll never get away | |
| No one loves you, and you | |
| Wonder why? | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who's gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| When you're on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who's gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| You're running out of breath again | |
| you're an Old maid, but you're only 15 | |
| You're losing your little girl's charm | |
| Cry all night but you'll never get it back | |
| Don't be afraid, it's not too late | |
| Save yourself, I need you here | |
| Wearing off, wearing out | |
| I can't think about it | |
| Cause it makes me sick | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who's gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. | |
| When you're on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who's gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. |
| zuo ci : Stevenson | |
| Bikeage | |
| Running out of time again | |
| Where did you go wrong this time? | |
| When your problems overwhelm you | |
| Go get drunk it' s party time | |
| Take a quaalude, relax your mind | |
| Relax your body too | |
| Run from problems but | |
| You' ll never get away | |
| No one loves you, and you | |
| Wonder why? | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| When you' re on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| You' re running out of breath again | |
| you' re an Old maid, but you' re only 15 | |
| You' re losing your little girl' s charm | |
| Cry all night but you' ll never get it back | |
| Don' t be afraid, it' s not too late | |
| Save yourself, I need you here | |
| Wearing off, wearing out | |
| I can' t think about it | |
| Cause it makes me sick | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. | |
| When you' re on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. |
| zuò cí : Stevenson | |
| Bikeage | |
| Running out of time again | |
| Where did you go wrong this time? | |
| When your problems overwhelm you | |
| Go get drunk it' s party time | |
| Take a quaalude, relax your mind | |
| Relax your body too | |
| Run from problems but | |
| You' ll never get away | |
| No one loves you, and you | |
| Wonder why? | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| When you' re on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| You' re running out of breath again | |
| you' re an Old maid, but you' re only 15 | |
| You' re losing your little girl' s charm | |
| Cry all night but you' ll never get it back | |
| Don' t be afraid, it' s not too late | |
| Save yourself, I need you here | |
| Wearing off, wearing out | |
| I can' t think about it | |
| Cause it makes me sick | |
| Sitting there with your | |
| Mouth full of beer | |
| Your eyes are glazed, your face is red | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up | |
| and use you for tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. | |
| When you' re on the streets | |
| With a needle in your arm | |
| Selling your body for another fix | |
| Who' s gonna pick you up and take | |
| You home with them tonight? | |
| Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me. |