
Rocknroll Songtext
It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle
I can't even fall in love at happy hour
I think I'll go home now and dream about
the nightmares that could be
like all my friends turning into my enemies
You're good at pushing me out
Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
and I am much too scared to get a drink
I see the rusty swing set blow
under moonlight the plow is stained
by the power of your name
You're good at pushing me out
The farmer's daughter raises hell
when I try to kiss her
screaming ?daddies? now I run
here's to sickle swinging fun
You're good at pushing me out
from generations long ago
I can't even fall in love at happy hour
I think I'll go home now and dream about
the nightmares that could be
like all my friends turning into my enemies
You're good at pushing me out
Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
and I am much too scared to get a drink
I see the rusty swing set blow
under moonlight the plow is stained
by the power of your name
You're good at pushing me out
The farmer's daughter raises hell
when I try to kiss her
screaming ?daddies? now I run
here's to sickle swinging fun
You're good at pushing me out
SHEPARD, MICHAEL L.
© Universal Music Publishing Group
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