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
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked loose Rome
I made out most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go 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
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
knew Bryan wasn't cool
The TV told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
ran away with 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 playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell 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 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 rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be before
Like the football jocks
to please their pops
And the stoners everything bad uncles taught
And the who cared
More than I ever knew
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 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 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...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners
was someone and
And I 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
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked loose Rome
I made out most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go 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
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
knew Bryan wasn't cool
The TV told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
ran away with 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 playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell 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 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 rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be before
Like the football jocks
to please their pops
And the stoners everything bad uncles taught
And the who cared
More than I ever knew
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 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 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...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners
was someone and
And I never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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