A True Story

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
Nothing 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
My religion 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 eleven
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And my number two heaven

No.....
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Nothing 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
Nothing 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