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Summer Of '89 
Hard
by 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 from the school
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
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?
was something and
Nothing was right 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 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
the heaviest stone
Suburban band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go to when
I was the winner
Way the came
And washed away the sinners?
was something
And I 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 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 pops
And the everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I ever knew
They I 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 got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
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 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...?
When 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 the rain came
And washed the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could 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 from the school
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
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?
was something and
Nothing was right 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 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
the heaviest stone
Suburban band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go to when
I was the winner
Way the came
And washed away the sinners?
was something
And I 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 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 pops
And the everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I ever knew
They I 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 got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
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 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...?
When 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 the rain came
And washed the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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