1987
Appetite for destruction
Blowing us all away
Poison looking so damned good
I wondered if I was gay
Whitesnake making us bang our heads
In the still of the frickin' night
Coverdale banging Tawny Kitaen
And the world all felt just right
1987, I never wanna leave you
When you told me I was in my prime why didn't I believe you?
And the music scene will never be the same
But I didn't realize that things could get this lame
Dokken and lynch were young and hot
They wеre warriors in a dream
I couldn't understand thе loudness dude
But man, that guy could scream
Ozzy was on the cazy Train
Bitin' heads off bats
It was long before the YouTube trolls
And this bullshit snappy-chats
1987, you're always gonna be the best
Like fresh Colombian cocaine off a 19 year old breast
And the kids these days will never understand
What it's like to play an instrument and be in a band
Growing out our hair
Gettin' high with girls
Cranking Scorpions and Priest
Everyone in leather
There never was a doubt
In any of our minds that pretty soon
Dave and Eddie
Were getting back together
1987, where did we go astray?
Back then the friends we had were real
And we saw 'em every day
And no one once got canceled for the things that they say
1987 will forever be the year
When guys wore more lipstick than girls
And no one seemed to care
And the music that we worshipped will live on
Even after all our heavy metal heroes are gone
Blowing us all away
Poison looking so damned good
I wondered if I was gay
Whitesnake making us bang our heads
In the still of the frickin' night
Coverdale banging Tawny Kitaen
And the world all felt just right
1987, I never wanna leave you
When you told me I was in my prime why didn't I believe you?
And the music scene will never be the same
But I didn't realize that things could get this lame
Dokken and lynch were young and hot
They wеre warriors in a dream
I couldn't understand thе loudness dude
But man, that guy could scream
Ozzy was on the cazy Train
Bitin' heads off bats
It was long before the YouTube trolls
And this bullshit snappy-chats
1987, you're always gonna be the best
Like fresh Colombian cocaine off a 19 year old breast
And the kids these days will never understand
What it's like to play an instrument and be in a band
Growing out our hair
Gettin' high with girls
Cranking Scorpions and Priest
Everyone in leather
There never was a doubt
In any of our minds that pretty soon
Dave and Eddie
Were getting back together
1987, where did we go astray?
Back then the friends we had were real
And we saw 'em every day
And no one once got canceled for the things that they say
1987 will forever be the year
When guys wore more lipstick than girls
And no one seemed to care
And the music that we worshipped will live on
Even after all our heavy metal heroes are gone
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Saenz, Russell J Parrish, Darren Leader
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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