Otros Ejercicios
Summer Of '89 
Hard
de Butch Walker
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Sa - Tur - Day!
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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 Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
about girls from Rome
I made out with of them
So I 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 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 the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the 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 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 bathtub of meth
You can your own death
You know when you can't look 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
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 before
the football jocks
to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything 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 I wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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 Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
about girls from Rome
I made out with of them
So I 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 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 the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the 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 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 bathtub of meth
You can your own death
You know when you can't look 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
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 before
the football jocks
to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything 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 I wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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