My So Called Life
Well, my dad, he played Woodstock in 1969
Mom was there with flowers in her hair
And sweet Judy blue eyes
Those sweet Judy blue eyes
I was born in a burned out basement
Ten years after Elvis died
To a song about mother nature
Running from the sky, running from the sky
And that? s my so called life
And you can? t color it black or white
You never know if you get it right
I hope I might, my so called life
Well, I faked my way through high school
I messed up every class
In my room, my headphones boomed
That song saved my ass, that song saved my ass
And that? s my so called life
And you can? t color it black or white
You never know if you get it right
I hope I might in this so called life
In this so called life
In this so called life
Under fluorescent or northern lights
Live it all with all your might
Well, I never got to Woodstock
And those half a million strong
I? m down here in this basement
Working on this song, working on this song
About my so called life
You can color it whatever you like
I? ll never know if I get it right
I hope I might, I hope I might in this so called life
Dad, he played Woodstock
Mom was there with flowers in her hair
And sweet Judy blue eyes
Those sweet Judy blue eyes
I was born in a burned out basement
Ten years after Elvis died
To a song about mother nature
Running from the sky, running from the sky
And that? s my so called life
And you can? t color it black or white
You never know if you get it right
I hope I might, my so called life
Well, I faked my way through high school
I messed up every class
In my room, my headphones boomed
That song saved my ass, that song saved my ass
And that? s my so called life
And you can? t color it black or white
You never know if you get it right
I hope I might in this so called life
In this so called life
In this so called life
Under fluorescent or northern lights
Live it all with all your might
Well, I never got to Woodstock
And those half a million strong
I? m down here in this basement
Working on this song, working on this song
About my so called life
You can color it whatever you like
I? ll never know if I get it right
I hope I might, I hope I might in this so called life
Dad, he played Woodstock
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Roth, Liam Titcomb
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