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
on things
A couple of girls the school
Would listen to KISS
With for fists
like fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out 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 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 and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating in my head
Chuck ran away with our and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
the heaviest stone
Suburban cover band bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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
Like the football jocks
to please their pops
And the aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
than I 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 wage
But the tan lines good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go 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
on things
A couple of girls the school
Would listen to KISS
With for fists
like fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out 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 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 and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating in my head
Chuck ran away with our and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
the heaviest stone
Suburban cover band bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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
Like the football jocks
to please their pops
And the aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
than I 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 wage
But the tan lines good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go 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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