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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 girls from the school
listen to KISS
rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
dirty jokes
Talked about 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 husbands who don't their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone 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 Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
the sound
Get me out of town
Resonating clear in my head
ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty sure 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 smell your own death
You know when you can't 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 do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me through school
And my day job boss
Who 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 the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a 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...?
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...?
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 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
listen to KISS
rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
dirty jokes
Talked about 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 husbands who don't their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone 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 Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
the sound
Get me out of town
Resonating clear in my head
ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty sure 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 smell your own death
You know when you can't 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 do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me through school
And my day job boss
Who 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 the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a 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...?
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...?
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 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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