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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 of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like fools
Learned how to smoke
dirty jokes
about 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 jobs
their heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way 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 of fuzz
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 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 of meth
You can smell your own death
You 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
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 before
Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I ever knew
They knew I clubs
Let me sleep school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when I 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 good
And she had a good face
Is 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...?
do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And away the sinners
Everyone 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 of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like fools
Learned how to smoke
dirty jokes
about 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 jobs
their heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way 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 of fuzz
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 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 of meth
You can smell your own death
You 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
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 before
Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I ever knew
They knew I clubs
Let me sleep school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when I 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 good
And she had a good face
Is 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...?
do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And away the sinners
Everyone 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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