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Summer Of '89 English 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
listen to KISS
With for fists
like Saturdays fools

Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
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 or wrong

Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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 sure that he's dead

Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the 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 in the eye

Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
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
I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of it'll be like before

the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I ever knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep 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
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Is this all I've become?
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I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And 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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