I was eleven
In 1987
1987
I had a pretty good nature
Based on religion
And some good 'ole literature
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
My mother and I don't get along
Get along, get along
When I was eleven
I believed in heaven
I believed in heaven
I would pray for hours
Mighty God for teacher,
There's no need to lecture me
He told me I was a failure
Cause I spent too much time
Playing games on my computer
When I was 11 I first understood
I might not go to heaven, no.
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
My father and I don't get along
Get along, get along
No.....
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
My mother and I don't get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along
Hey Hey My My еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1