Well, Cherry bomb, you are a mystery
exploding sparkling quiet nights
My teenage heart pumped all my misery baby to fingertips that might ignite
and all along you knew my story, didn’t you? And all night long I carried yours
Your blood was mixed with wine and robbery, baby
and left us always wanting more

So don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..”
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Cherry bomb, your love is surgery
Removing what you don’t regard
And every breath felt like a funeral, baby,
When you were packing up your car.

And with the window down, I hear you’re tired now.
You borrowed everything and wore all your old [bad word] out
Well, shame on you, my love.
You sold your youth away,
Memories for sinking ships that never would be saved.

So don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..”
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Shame, shame, shame, shame on you.
You kept your mind and heart and youth just like a tomb.
Shame, shame, shame shame on you
You kept your mind and heart and youth just like a tomb

And don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
So, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..”
Old haunts of old heartless ghosts yeah

So don’t sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are gone and you should just let them go
And, God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when..”
God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when...”
God help the man who says “If you’d have known me when...”
God help this man, my baby if you’d have known me when
Old haunts are all we’ve ever known.