Roaring 20s Songtext
von Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox feat. Therese Curatolo & Jabu Graybeal

Broadway is black like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I′m on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summers

Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I′ll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thankless

My Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquet

This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don′t even know me
Roll me like a blunt ′cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home

My roaring, roaring 20s
I don′t even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt ′cause I wanna go home


Oscars and Emmys and Grammys
Everyone here is a trophy
And I'm sipping bourbon
The future′s uncertain
The past on the pavement below me

Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
So unaware of my status
I′m overjoyed, I′m paranoid
Designer me up in straight jackets

My Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquet

My roaring, roaring 20s
I don′t even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt ′cause I wanna go home

My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't, I don′t even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me the blunt and take me home


Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
If it's "Lord of the Flies" in my mind tonight
I don′t know if I will survive
Lighters up if you′re feeling me
Fade to black if you're not mine
′Cause I just need a sign or a signal inside

My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me a blunt ′cause I wanna go home
Roll me a blunt

My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't, I don′t even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me a blunt to take me home

Oh-woah
Oh-woah
Oh-woah