i knew you from the day the door got kicked in the gang was hanging around cause we had some things to talk about you were stoned from out of town your head up on the moon you needed some place to hide out and our place would have to do pigeon toed and guilty just a friend of a friend of a friend you ve taken a fall and missed the ground but just kept on going we never knew just what it was you weren t no hester prynne but you said something before you left that we all could believe in chorus you said it s not how you swim it s how you hold your breath it s not about playing fair in this life it s more about cheating death if you don t like getting old well you ll hate the other choice i m told cause it s a little too late to die young it s a little too late to die young the night got long we sang some songs and shared some stories too we topped the top of the last cold pop as the sky was turning blue all of a sudden the door crashed in and in came six big police men as they carries you away you said those words again chorus you said it s not how you swim it s how you hold your breath it s not about playing fair in this life it s more about cheating death if you don t like getting old well you ll hate the other choice i m told cause it s a little too late to die young it s a little too late to die young one fine day you re lookin back you worked ten years and you don t have jack the dreams you had are wearing thin but the new dream just don t let you in