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Butch Walker - Summer Of '89 lyrics
Changing strings,
 And banging on things
 A couple of girls from the school
 Would listen to KISS
 (With rockets for fists)
 Acting like saturdays fool
 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
 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 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
 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 clear on my head
 Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
 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 bath tub of meth
 You can smell your own deathButch Walker - Summer Of '89 - http://motolyrics.com/butch-walker/summer-of-89-lyrics.html
 you know when you can't look the 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)
 Went back to the woods 
 Where I hid all my goods 
 In a rusted 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 their pops
 And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
 And the teachers who cared
 More than I ever knew,
 And knew I played 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 never got caught
 Sleeping out on the field
 In the back of my truck
 Breaking into the bars
 Steal 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 what I've become
 Is this all I've become
 When do I become,
 I want to go back to when
 I was the winner
 Way before the rain came
 And washed away the sinners
 Everyone was someone and
 And I could never do any wrong








