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
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose 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?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the of a '69 summer
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
clear in my head
ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty that 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 look your past in the eye
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And 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
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be before
Like the football jocks
Trying to their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the who cared
More than I ever knew
knew I played clubs
Let me through 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, minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've 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 become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed 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 couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose 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?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the of a '69 summer
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
clear in my head
ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty that 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 look your past in the eye
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And 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
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be before
Like the football jocks
Trying to their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the who cared
More than I ever knew
knew I played clubs
Let me through 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, minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've 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 become...?
When do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed 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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