1989

They hung him on the cross They hung him on the cross They hung him on the cross For me One day when I was lost They hung him on the cross They hung him on the cross for me They whooped him up the hill They whooped him up the hill They whooped him up

Spent the night in three drinks time Where the bars were full it was summertime Punks were hangin out in the park While someone practised electric guitar We drank some homemade wine Now my heads not straight So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate

my girl my girl don't lie to me tell me where did you sleep last night in the pines in the pines where the sun don't ever shine i would shiver the whole night through my girl my girl where will you go i'm going where the cold wind blows in the pines

You never heard me knocking on the door. I found you balled up on your bathroom floor You told me everything in your defense And never understood the consequence I won't console, when you have control, Every time's the last time, But I know you'll go

Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Ain't it a shame Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Or Thursday, Friday, Saturday Ain't it a shame Ain't it a shame to

Over hollowed hearts of the East Bay I live for nothing, if not today When you left you didn't say goodbye I saw it in your eyes man, you didn't even try It's been so long now since I've laid you down Won't you come back, come back to me Come back, c

Well, I'm afraid of that picture From 1989 Faded colours and worn out texture From 1989 Oh my oh my Well I've been young and I've been stupid But it's left behind I regret the things that I did And I feel fine We can't go on like this Don't go on you