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Butch Walker » Summer of '89
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	1, 2, 3... Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa Changing strings Banging on things A couple of girls from the school Would listen to KISS With rockets for fists Acting like Saturdays fools Learned how to smoke Told dirty jokes Talked about loose girls from Rome I made out with most of them So I raised a toast to them Especially now that I'm old And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives 3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive In their paper mill jobs While their teen heartthrobs Are playing in bands Or they're dead Can I go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners? Everyone was something and Nothing was done right or wrong Oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa Smothering the cover of a '69 summer Played through a speaker of fuzz Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool The TV just told me he was Always heard the sound Get me out of this town Resonating clear in my head Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs Ya know I'm pretty sure that he's dead Or he's 46 and alone Cast the heaviest stone Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone In a bath tub of meth You can smell your own death You know when you can't look your past in the eye Can I just go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners? Everyone was something And I could never do any wrong Oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa Went back to the woods Where I hid all my goods In a rusted out Cadillac door We all get nostalgic And fall for the hat trick Of thinking it'll be like before Like the football jocks Trying to please their pops And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught And the teachers who cared More than I ever knew They knew I played clubs Let me sleep through school And my day job boss Who wrote it up as a loss But let me leave when I wanted and I never got caught Sleeping out on the field In the back of my truck Breaking into the bars Stealing the beer and getting fucked By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage But the tan lines were good And she had a good face Is this what I've become? Is this all I've become? When do I become...? I wanna go back to when I was the winner Way before the rain came And washed away the sinners Everyone was someone and And I could never do any wrong Oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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