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SURVIVOR
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
Sometimes
late at night, when I'm lyin' in my bed, I just
can't sleep a wink
I finally get back up, put all my clothes back
on, get in my car and drive so I can think
Then I drive around this town I still call my
stomping grounds
And always end up rollin' through the place where
I grew up
Chorus:
Now as I guide my sled through my old neighborhood,
like a ghost on a haunting...
I think of all my friends, from way back then,
and I wonder where they've gone
And I remember how we laughed and fought and drank
and cried and carried on
I wonder who got straight, who's locked up, and
who flung the curtain down
I'm still around
We
were so young, but already cynical and tired
Of how predictable, how ridiculous our friends
had all become
We had no plan but to spite the world, it was
such a stagnant place
The conglomerates had changed, but the song remained
the same
So we dressed in dead men's clothes and shoes
with stiletto toes
Played cheap guitars through ragged amps and made
fun of it all
Chorus
Now
it's been twenty years since I first stepped on
a stage
I got a Ph.D. from the hard knocks school in adolescent
rage
With deafened ears, and a hardened heart, tattoos
all green and blurred
I'm a battered tomcat in the alley of life, and
I still want my song to be heard
And it seems to me after all these years, that
I'm the sole survivor
It seems to me everybody's gone and I'm all alone
Now
as I guide my sled through my old neighborhood,
like a ghost on a haunting...
I think of all my friends, from way back then,
and I wonder where they've gone
And I remember how we laughed and fought and drank
and cried and carried on
I wish I knew then what I know now, but youth
is wasted on the young
And we were so young.
Copyright
and Publishing 2002 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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