Rocknroll

Its Tuesday and I already hit the bottle

I cant even fall in love at happy hour

I think Ill go home now and dream about

the nightmares that could be

like all my friends turning into my enemies

Youre good at pushing me out

Late that night I am awakened by the banshees cry

and I am much too scared to get a drink

I see the rusty swing set blow

from generations long ago

under moonlight the plow is stained

by the power of your name

Youre good at pushing me out

The farmers daughter raises hell

when I try to kiss her

screaming daddies now I run

heres to sickle swinging fun

Youre good at pushing me out